The Giving Tree

I went to
my favorite
spot today.
All by myself.
I hiked in
the sunshine.
For miles.
It felt so good.
I was coming
here to say goodbye
to a friend.
A tree.
The giving tree.
It will be
the last time
I see it.
sit under it.
I am moving
and will
never get
back here
again.
I hiked
5 miles
to get to
my friend.
I saw it.
Out of all
the trees I knew
it was the one.
This is the tree
I sat under
when I left my husband
when I signed my house over
when I fell in love
When my heart was broke.
I cried under this tree.
my friend.
Each time
I would look
up at this
big Pine tree
and it would
comfort me.
I sat here
when I
thought I
was having
a baby.
I came here
when i got
my period
and I knew
I would never
be a mother.
I sat under
here when
I hated myself.
I came here
when I loved
me.
Today I had
a flower.
A daisy.
simple.
I sat under
you and cried.
I can not
take you with
me friend.
This place
this park
has been
my church,
my safety.
Keep my secrets.
I placed the daisy
at the bottom
of my friend.
I placed my
hand on the
trunk of the
tree.
You are
still giving
to me my
friend.
I will miss you.