Why Me?

Why me?

This is a tedious task,

much work.

Not a great tree,

my family,

Not any kind of tree,

A spindly twig....

A stunted sapling

of little importance,

No forest giant we.

A pause

Ethereal whispers

persuasive

soft

and still . . .

"Daughter,

if you don't remember us,

Who will?"

Dot Stutter

Victoria, BC. Canada

1996