This poem is perfect for my sister.
Her firstborn (daughter) Amber was killed by a drunk driver 2 years ago.
She collected heart rocks wherever she went, and now the entire family does in her honor.
My sister found a tree that actually has branches growing in the shape of a heart.
The heart tree she calls it, and visits it when she needs to grieve for her Amber.
The fact that this beautiful poem talks of hearts and the tree of life is absolutely
perfect.. I will take a picture of that heart tree and write this poem beside it for her.
She will cherish it.
Thank you ee cummings for truly capturing the words we need to really hear.
I had not heard this poem until I saw the Shoes movie last night - what a cry I had!