Apple Tree Memories

Picked apples fill up a bucket
the warm sun burns the day away

the dress you wore last year
and the year before last;
still, it remains your favourite

Unpicked apples line the arbour
you think back to your kids
playing on a sunny day like today

yet now they are older
such joys that they held dear
now only for the fools

Picked apples sit abandoned
barefoot and twirling
immersed in the glory days

Twirling a wish for another love
singing to the parrots
A wombat looks ready for sleep

The moment passes
you pick up the bucket
back to your empty kitchen

Perhaps you’ll make an apple pie
the eldest son loves them
maybe he will come to visit soon

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