Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
The small bare tree, a dedicatory plaque at its base marking the life of a student of some years back, unknown to those of us here now and therefore nonexistent, stood in the small garden behind the library.
I watched as one dried brown leaf fluttered in the chill breeze, separating itself from the small drift where it had spent the winter and landing in a clump of daffodils just about to bloom; turning, I walked the few steps to the tree, and began to read the inscription on the marker.
and standing alone
Our hands clasp, hold on, release
Never far apart.
5 thoughts on “Remembered”
This was a very poignant story for me to read as it brought back a specific memory. Years ago now, a teaching colleague of mine who was also a friend, died suddenly. My debate team had just won a monetary prize so we used the funds to purchase a tree in my friend’s memory and plant it on school grounds. By now there are no students and few teachers in that school who knew my friend but I like to think someone cares for the tree regardless and that it is thriving.
This poem was based on an actual tree at Arcadia University and I felt exactly as you did, it really struck me that the tree is still growing while the lives surrounding it have dispersed.
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