Poem ~ Pulse
Pulse
Mam, I found an acorn while running along Comp Lanea month ago and Tony put it in a jar and now look,
the promise of a tree: both root and leaf.
I would have called youtoday to tell you this, on what would have been your 90th birthday. Instead
I am holding this jar, a gift, and proof of something
I am struggling to find the right words for, soI am leaving it to Einsteinwho said energy cannot be
created or destroyed, onlychanged from one form
to another, like the pulse of this new life pushingtowards the light. You are never far from me.
Mam, I found an acorn while running along Comp Lanea month ago and Tony put it in a jar and now look,
the promise of a tree: both root and leaf.
I would have called youtoday to tell you this, on what would have been your 90th birthday. Instead
I am holding this jar, a gift, and proof of something
I am struggling to find the right words for, soI am leaving it to Einsteinwho said energy cannot be
created or destroyed, onlychanged from one form
to another, like the pulse of this new life pushingtowards the light. You are never far from me.
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