Grandfather Oak

Another poem from my daughter-in-law, Kelly Herbert


Grandfather Oak
by Kelly Herbert

An oak tree in autumn,
Has the nostalgic power
Not unlike the timeless smell of grandpa’s aftershave.
Its reassuring stance fills the eye,
Warm and familiar.
They will linger through the winter,
Those golden leaves,
Holding on to the memory of a life well lived.
Curling slightly,
Unlike a maple leaf,
They do not call out to grab your eye;
Their color,
Consistent and friendly,
Is indifferent to the flamboyance of fall.


About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

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