I planted a tree a couple of days ago A Silver Birch My wife’s favourite It was in the ground and looking good Without warning My back just seized Oh shit Here we go again Pain starts immediately And the darkness sneaks in Why did I bother i think I’ll never see the tree grown Never sit in its shade Never get to walk by Touch the trunk Feel the leaves I spent the next few days inside With my laptop Pages open for scrutiny Wheelchairs Walking aides Retirement homes In-home nursing
(The trees goal is clear Grow tall and offer its shade Fear consumed my life)
My wife continues To water the tree And love me Even though I often tend To catastrophise.
This sounds like a bittersweet poem, Andy. You planted a tree with love and good intentions but your back was playing up. So sorry to hear about that and hope you are on the mend. Sometimes I’m a bit like that, something happens and the next thing I know I am overthinking and googling everything about it. Once you start going down this rabbit hole, it can be a bit hard to stop. Hope you are enjoying summer and it is not too warm for you, Andy 😊
Poetry is my aeroplane 
This sounds like a bittersweet poem, Andy. You planted a tree with love and good intentions but your back was playing up. So sorry to hear about that and hope you are on the mend. Sometimes I’m a bit like that, something happens and the next thing I know I am overthinking and googling everything about it. Once you start going down this rabbit hole, it can be a bit hard to stop. Hope you are enjoying summer and it is not too warm for you, Andy 😊
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