Underneath the Apple Tree

As a child, my brothers and I

Would play beneath an apple tree.

It stood tall in our garden

its fruit was sweet as heaven.

One day, I cursed the tree

in a fit of rage.

I cried out, wishing it bore happiness

instead of a fruit.

The tree did not like my demands.

Today, I found my father

laying beneath the tree.

4.16.2022 | by blumiere