Applesauce Days

Applesauce Days


Back when I was just a wee tike,
apples were my favorite fruit.
Mostly due to my Grandma Pearl,
who sat out on her front porch swing
and peeled apples for applesauce.
She would smile and hand me a piece
as the peels floated down like curls,
to lay in a pile by her feet.

Sometimes when I first awaken,
the aroma of cooked apples,
topped with hand-churned butter
linger from my dreams of old times
reminding me of Grandma Pearl
sitting beside me on the swing
telling stories of growing up
in the hills of West Virginia.

Applesauce Days are always good!

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Mysticroz