I watched the sun set

And I watched the sun rise

Over the golden willow

So lovingly transplanted

To its watery island

Karla’s Tree

For our daughter Karla

Strawberry blonde and fair-skinned

Fragile in the brutal sun

A tree island

Created over months

By her beautiful Papa

Who loves in deeds

Whose words are few

But who loves in quiet contribution

In a thousand unspoken ways

And I watched it catch

the early morning light

Glowing gold

in the lingering mist

And I felt

Such sacred

Silent

Solitude

Broken only by the haunting cry

Of wild jackals in the forest

And the rush of herons wings

Taking flight

And I felt

Such peace

Knowing

She has found her Belonging 💛