I moved in to my first little house just over a decade ago, you see.
My mother purchased an Apple Tree for me.
We planted it outside the kitchen window.
The perfect view of my new tree.
But it grew too big to be a tree so close to a house for me.
One day it fell and died. The Nana tree a memory.
Though it never bore fruit, it was lovely to me.
I look out the same window, and I still see the tree.
Now in tough financial times, it's a comfort to me
To think about the tree.
Please don't make me leave the memory
of our Nana tree