Always Stand Firm

I planted a tree,
with my father.
I was only a child
but I remember it well.
With our hands,
we removed the earth
and planted
what my father called
my very own tree.
In a place
only we
may know.
Through out the years,
my father,
brought me here
and taught me
the knowledge
his father
taught him.
As I grew
so did my tree
until it reached
the height of the sky.
It was this place
where I pondered
the joy of my
sons birth,
and the sorrow
of my fathers death.
Still my tree stood firm,
though at times
I did not
in every moment
we had shared.
So I will now
take my son
and plant his tree.
To stand firm
when he cannot,
and I will
pass down
the lesson
my father
taught me.