Golden Memories Underneath This Tree

A blossom tree starts as a tiny seed which grows into a baby, then a child, and finally an adult.

The tree has to be watered to grow before it blooms,

Life must fed, watered, and nurtured before it can survive.

I sit underneath this tree, bathed in sunlight gold,

Shining its rays, nurturing and warming these beautiful, golden memories

of you, so they are preserved and never grow old.

The cherry blossom smells like the cherry tarts I used to bake,

The ones you loved so well;

That smell brings back memories, treasured memories from your toddler years when you helped mummy do the baking.

The gentle breeze sways the soft, green grass surrounding me beneath this tree;

I hear you giggle while blowing bubbles, trying to catch them before they blow away and pop.

The image of a handsome, blond-haired little boy wearing blue trousers and a rainbow t-shirt comes into my mind,

I see your smile, sunny and bright, like the golden sun that lights up my memories, which lights up this tree,

bathing all my memories in gold for it is underneath this tree that you, my son, and I used to play.

These golden memories under this tree will remain with me forever,

Because these are memories to be treasured, and they will never be

forgotten.