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
