We were not friends when she was preparing her nursery.
On April 19, 1975, she woke and knew something was wrong.
Her beautiful, full term, baby was stillborn. She named her Holly.
In 1983, my friend told me the story of Holly.
That year the birds had planted a Holly seed on the east side of my house.
It sprouted and a tiny Holly bush began to grow.
I protected this little seedling.
Today the bush is large.
The grow tips were nipped this year by too early of a spring.
It will survive.
It will send out new grow tips.
The sharp, piercing leaves provide protection.
The holly bush is sacred in many cultures.
As I was writing this piece a pair of Crows came into the front Maple tree.
Known in folklore as magical birds.
They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength.
Like my friend.