up at my doorstep a few days after our Gina B. died with
a treat and much comfort to me, since that day we had not crossed paths.
We talked for some time, myself and this
Becky also throws an open invite to me,
One thing I never forget, that is the phrase,
One thing that struck me in such a touching way
is the small lighted tree she has in her bedroom.
It is like the one I have in my attic, just a tad bit smaller.
I get the idea that I believe I will begin to leave mines out
year long as she does. She is proud to tell me
that is her gratitude tree.
Gratitude tree? I am intrigued....
there on her small lighted tree
is many pictures and small tags, full of writings
by her. All is written on those tags, those things
she is thankful for. I take a closer view
but feel like I am intruding to read her soul there.
I want that. I want a gratitude tree,
a place to put all those things I am thankful for,
a place to remember all I love when the days get rough.
a very special woman, this Becky is and I am so glad
we have found each other and have sealed the
friendship into something more.
Thanks again, Becky and Pappa for having me,
for being my friends.