If you were a tree

Asked to draw myself as a tree, 

I asked my husband while on our walk 

Which tree he thought I’d be. 

His first response was “alive, not dead,” 

And his second was, “Evergreen; 

You never seem to lose your leaves.” 

And finally, “I think you’d stand alone, 

Not in a forest.” 

 And as our walk ended 

 And we came to our driveway 

I saw this tree that might be me: 

A dry beginning, a few setbacks, 

An about face or two but now leafed out 

And standing on my own. 

 It’s all good, and I am home at last.