Flipsideofevil's 21 days of Poetry

March 3rd Applesauce Memories

Applesauce Memories
The scent of cinnamon hits my nose,
offering comfort as I walk through the door.
Mom always said homemade applesauce
is better than buying from the store.

Along with every apple that went in,
so did the love she felt for me
A dash of this and a sprinkle of that;
for she followed no recipe

I’ll package up this memory
and safely tuck it away.
To pull out in my time of need
on any given day.

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