White tears,
Fall upon black petals.
As I cry the names of those I’ve lost

Your gentle smile,
And round face.
Washing your hair in the sink
Your kitchen, a memory.
But the smell of your cooking
Will never leave me.
Playing tag after dinner
Under the old pecan tree
Grandma’s family dinners.

Strong hands,
Shaking yet sturdy.
Working on cars constantly.
Even in your sleep.
Ford, Chevy, Volkswagen, Jeep
Anything you need
Come see me,
Behind the old pecan tree.
Reynolds used cars.

Jumping, playing
Like a puppy.
Drinking radiator fluid for pleasure.
Afraid of his own shadow.
If I stand still,
You will come to me.
When you escaped.
They caught you
By the old pecan tree
Horse who was a dog.

Old friend,
Chained up like a freak,
Ears painted with flies.
Golden eyes,
Wisdom of the ages,
Concealed in a beast
Tied to the old pecan tree.
Beware of dog.

All things gone,
Just a memory.
The good times come back to me.
When I see the old pecan tree.
My family.