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Apple
(for my mom)
They say the apple
doesn’t fall far
from the tree.
Sometimes
it doesn’t fall
at all.
I am suspended
in the sun,
depending on you.
My skin,
in your image,
reddens.
Inside me
are the seeds
you planted.
The worm seeks an entrance
but I am strong,
as you taught me to be.
My sweetest days
are yet to come.
I’m crying. I think that means I love it. And I love you … with all my heart.
Really beautiful.
Thanks very much!
Thanks, Julie!
Lovely….
Thanks, Taneen!
Excellent Butch ????????
Thanks, Dad.
Wonderful Poem!!
Thank you!