It must be enormous now …
that Morrison Seedless beloved of the Kiwi gardener
a gift from my grandpa
for the house – and my birthday.
My man used
our supply of demolition bricks to make a path
to the leafy infant
its protection, a low brick surround
as if for a nursery
its botanical companions
some lavender cuttings from the hedge
I knew since childhood.
I hope the owners of that house
we once owned
have not cut through its gnarled trunk
nor felled the giver of those golden
… fruit which makes marmalade
for breakfast toast
eaten in that cobbled suntrap
by the French doors.