The Banana Tree

I was emailing with a friend who is going through a sad divorce. Her husband recently filed and the time has come for her to prepare to leave the home they have lived in together for over 30 years. She wrote me that she has already started mourning the blueberry plants she planted last year. She will not get to see them grow.

In light of a 30+ yr marriage crumbling to the ground, a few blueberry plants wouldn't seem to matter much. But we're women. Those things matter.

I planted and nurtured a banana tree in my garden at my home in India. I rejoiced at every single leaf that sprouted and unfurled. It was glorious.

But I never saw it bear fruit.

A year or so after I left India I heard it produced bananas.

I never saw those little beauties. I never tasted those bananas. It will never bloom again.

I miss you tree.