Dig it up, gently, from beneath its mother.
Place it in a pot you found in the garage.
Now drive it home, seven hours away,
and pick it’s final growing place.
Dig into your gravelly lawn,
and place it, gently, into the hole.
The earth that clings to its roots
came from his home, your Home, and that
is a comforting thought.
Now water and pray
for the sun and the rain
and encourage it often,
because that can’t hurt, right?
Worry about it all winter long,
its tiny limbs completely covered by snow,
and rejoice in the spring
at the sight of bright green new growth.
Dream of its future;
Wonder how many years it will take
to be taller than you, to be
as tall as the tree that was its parent,
the one you played beneath as a child
in the backyard of his house.
Look at it often;
Let it remind you of Home,
remind you of him.