I am Memory Tree

They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper. (Psalm 1:3 NRSV)


I am memory tree–
each ornament she places
carefully on my branches
marks a moment–some memory–
one vague, one fresh
and others have long, deep stories
embedded in their
color, shape and texture. (KSR)


What memories surface for you this time of year? How can you give them room and space to tell their stories?