Slide down sun beams

to hug trees every day!

T'is possible!

We write her two lists -

a wonderful self list,

and a gratitude list.

Lovely like corn silk,

growing stalks of corn,

golden, from her mouth

not mine. 

She asks, "Are you for real?"

She lives in a Chevy truck.

I know she is real.

We envision her in her garden,

past and future, in her own home,

safe and welcoming...

In her wonderful self list...

she is first a nurturing mother.
She gives to strangers in need,

loves sitting under stars,

discovering worlds through a telescope.

We talk, she surrounded by trees,

me in a mountain of glass and concrete.
Tomorrow we can add 

to your lists too, I tell her.

I'm starting one of my own.

I slide down sun beams

and hug trees.