Poem: Areca Palm
By: Mit Montague
fifteen years ago it arrived
barely one foot high
a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve
after her knee surgery
the years have slipped by
Evy’s leg healed beautifully
restoring pain-free mobility
to our active lives
the tree now taller than me
moved from table to floor
now threatens the ceiling
in its exuberance
we have lost many
good friends since
as we move further
into senior citizenship
fortunate to be alive and
in relatively good shape
looking forward to Life
Family and Classical Music
the privilege and luxury
of freeing my thoughts
to traverse the universe
a most exciting experience
It’s hard to write a good poem about time…and every good poem is about time…well done.