I cry at weddings. I cry through movies. Some children's books choked me up so much that I couldn't even read them to my then-young son.
Strange how, recently, the memory of gardening led to the memory of a book I was given to read sometimes to my then young son called The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. But I was never able to because the mere thought of that poem makes me cry.
This is a poem you either love or hate. I think, in a way, that I both love and hate it.
I never understood that poem until I was a mother.
Now, there is a real Giving Tree in Oakland, California.
It still makes me cry.
What am I crying for? Youth lost? A son grown? I really don't know.
Is there a book, a poem, or a movie that makes you cry?
|Tree (not an apple tree) Binghamton, New York, October 2016|