Horrible harsh words for your mother
a tough gal skidded from busy streets
so messy, tossed all your siblings
into unsupervised alley ways.
She withstood all types of abuse
abandoned near a seedy corner
where no other trees could survive
fought off air and noise pollution
reflected heat, limited open soil
to breath and drink from.
But in a spacious backyard, so lucky
you settled, majestic in your beauty
lone Ash tree on green carpet runway
centre of attention, apical dominance
terminal and lateral branches
patterned in perfect round form.
Your audience a circle of friends
Maple, Rose of Sharon, Austrian Pine
so many others on the sidelines
Forsythia, Red Prince Weigela,
Little Princess Spirea, each peers
through a chain linked fence
applauds your strong family roots
Some Call Her ‘Undesireable’