We try to re-live our mom’s memory over this very tree bending solicitously towards the neighbor’s house wall. It favors him by its richness of sap and fullness of fruit so green it will turn yellow or end up as pickle on table by when the cuckoo shall tire of calling the rain from sky.
Back where she took to sky she is a tree now full grown with ripe mangoes dripping like rain ,on soil freshly laid for her to take roots and fly, held by the earth and its sky.
So I believe as belief stopped when she was river from boat and the quickly flowing boat did not allow us to look back and find her in river’s eddies. So I believe she is now firmly rooted to the earth’s eddies where roots plummet deeper and deeper as memories fade and then we are trees like her.