As my dear mother celebrates her 80th birthday, I wanted to honor her with a tribute to the cherry tree that has been a cherished part of her garden for the 35 years she has lived there. This tree, which has stood tall for about 70 years, still produces the best cherries for a brief two weeks each year. It has become a symbol of love, resilience, and community. Here’s a poem dedicated to my mother and her beloved cherry tree.
In the heart of her garden, stood tall and free,
A cherry tree, aged seventy, a sight to see.
For seven decades, it’s weathered and grown,
Its branches a legacy, with cherries it’s sown.
Each year, for a fortnight, it comes to life,
Blossoms and cherries, amidst sunshine rife.
Its fruits, like rubies, gleam bright and fair,
Drawing neighbors near with a scent in the air.
For two brief weeks, it’s the talk of the town,
With cherries so sweet, wearing a crimson crown.
Neighbors gather ‘neath its boughs with glee,
Blessing the tree, a marvel to be.
Oh, how they cherish my mother’s old tree,
With memories woven, a sweet symphony.
Seventy years strong, yet still it does thrive,
A testament to love, and nature’s alive.
So here’s to the cherry tree, a timeless delight,
Bringing joy and sweetness, morning ’til night.
In her garden it stands, a symbol of grace,
My mother’s old tree, in its rightful place.
Dedicated to my dear mother on her 80th birthday.
With love
GertieBlu
