dear gramma mary,

your tree’s starting to wake up…that tree you loved so much…

i’m sure that where you are…the trees are infinitely more beautiful…

but your tree…when she’s full awake and all abloom…her more pink than green…

she’s awfully heavenly…

how you loved all these kids…your kids…

how you’d “get a kick” out of watching them play under…and in…your tree!

she’s “gramma’s tree”…even to those littles who only know you through pictures…

a glimpse of her and thoughts of you spring to mind…

lovely, happy thoughts of you today…

very sincerely,
me

– hannah’s image