1/9/2012 – A tree

by deanmelbourne

I climbed higher and higher. Further than I would usually. It felt soothing to lay my hands on those branches. Out beyond the canopy I could see the swallows swooping and skimming across the heather that is now beautifully purple. Beyond them my friend the Buzzard circling and calling. How brave and strong she must be. God I love that sound.

Near the bottom of the tree my daughter, face upturned  in wonder at how I climbed so high. How brave and strong I must be. The truth can wait until another day. Let the illusion last a little longer for her innocent heart would break.

And I could not bare that.