An Ode To My Grandfather — Why Magnolia Trees And Sinatra’s My Way Will Always Make Me Cry

My grandfather’s magnolia tree that is still standing in front of the home where I grew up.

“…Your new silence does not seem right. / We do nothing but listen deeply to / your life pass through our heads. / …We know the shape you formed around each / of us is gone and we look from one to another / like sleepers waking from a long dream.” (Canto 9: The Dream Canto — by Robert Hilles)