The Big Fig Tree

There it stood, out in the open, just standing there tall and straight, waving at me as the wind pushes each branch. I wander over towards the waving figure in the disteance to pay tribute to the reason its there. Taking a deep breathe between each step i begin to feel heartfelt and sorrow and begin to shake and lose my words.

Finally i arrive at the fig tree, my fig tree. Underneath one branch was a tyre attached to a rope for a swing and a laddar on the side making its way to the middle where my cubby house stood strong. i can't beleive after all this time it still stands, through the gusts of the winds and the blizzards during winter.

I lay down a red rose and prayed, "Here i sit, here i am, where are you my dear. I'm looking around at all the memories that we had shared together." I lay down the next rose, for another few simple words. "My dear best friend, i miss you, i cant see my life without you."

A few flowers have been layed, a few words have been said. As i lay down my final rose i prepare myself for the final speach. " I wont say goodbye, i never plan to say goodbye to you, because i know one day i will see you again, whether its in the next life, or when i join you in that place that you are, i miss you my best friend, you will always be forever in my heart."

I pick myself up and wiped away the tears streaming down my cheek. i look at her name one last time before i head back to my life. Eliza, my run away place, i turn around and walk back through the meddows, gripping a few weeds and daisys along the way. As much as i didn't want to leave i had a baby boy who was fast asleep in the car.

"Where are we dad?" he asked as i hoped inside the car.

"Just had to see your mother for a quick second" i replied with worry and nervousness.

"Wheres mum? what happened to her?"

"Well..."