William “Wil” Morrow

William “Wil” Morrow July 16, 1981

Wil’s Tree

It stands by the porch, strong, straight and tall

Like you, it was much smaller when we got it

As I hear the wind blowing through the leaves

It’s your voice, ‘hello mama’ and I’m comforted.

In the spring, dainty, frilly pink blossoms

Remind me of your softer, gentle side.

Early summer bright green of the leaves

Is followed by deep green; a favorite color of yours.

The fall sees the leaves turn yellow and slip to the ground

While the tree goes to sleep.

In the winter, strings of green lights adorn the branches

And twinkle in the evening sky.

As I watch Wil’s tree through the seasons, I feel the love,

The love you had for us and our love for you.

Happy Birthday sweet gentle giant.

Love Mom, Dad, Laurie, John, Andrew, Amelia, Dave and Melodie