Poem ~ Pulse


Mam, I found an acorn 
while running along Comp Lane
a month ago and Tony 
put it in a jar and now look,  

the promise of a tree: 
both root and leaf.

I would have called you
today to tell you this, 
on what would have been 
your 90th birthday. Instead

I am holding this jar, a gift, 
and proof of something 

I am struggling to find 
the right words for, so
I am leaving it to Einstein
who said energy cannot be

created or destroyed, only
changed from one form 

to another, like the pulse 
of this new life pushing
towards the light. You 
are never far from me.