I know that this one could not wrap her arms around you.
When I pass you
the thought arises
what stories you could tell me and I wonder how old you are.
Wish you could talk and share with this ancient one.
Maybe we are both survivors
I know in my heart you have made it many more years
then I will.
That is fine
since you are a tree with sturdy roots
but this one
has been a survivor, a fighter all of her life
and will remain so
until the end.