You'll find me at the old sycamore, waiting!

Don't despair, be jovial and live everyday as if it was your last, for tomorrow is not promised!

I imagine that's what you would say 

In this earthly plane or perhaps the next

Alas! You are no more so my imaginings of you are all I have left

Of which I hold near and dear

Until we meet again 

I'll be waiting patiently, watching over the horizon as the sun rises

Sitting under an old sycamore tree as it envelopes me in all it's warmth and majestic glory

Just follow in the direction the sun shines, and you shan't be led astray

For I will be there under the old sycamore, waiting!

 

For Mama T - 12/04/1965 - 05/02/2025

To my beloved mother, may your eternal soul rest in perfect peace. 

Thank you for always being my biggest cheerleader, I love you forevermore.