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Grandma Aesop's Apples - Finale

Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a single word.

She carefully lifted each apple to her nostrils
and then began discarding them respectively into the two bushels.
By days end, both bushels were full.
I softly said...
"What shall I do now with my bushel, Grandmother?"
She laughed and kissed me on my cheek whispering...
"We shall bring them back to Grandma's kitchen.
We will then transform these delectable fruits into an exquisite pie.

A pie pleasant to the nostrils.
A pie warm and sweet to your tongue.
A pie brilliant to behold and soothing 
to your little tummy and giant heart.
A pie that will make my grandson feel happy and content inside.
A pie baked with love and truth and honesty".

And I replied..."And what are you going to do with your bushel, Grandma?"
"Well, my dear,
I will OVERTURN my bushel and THROW these apples OUT!" – 
she dramatically replied.
"For they are bad and serve no purpose in my kitchen."

It's been many years later, my dearest one.
And late this evening I have been reviewing our union.
I fetched myself a writing tablet and a pen.
I leafed to a clean page where I then assembled two bushels.
To the left hand side of the page I situated your Advantage bushel.
The right hand side of the page underscored your Disadvantages.

I began to think as Grandmother would.
A keen eye for detail and clarity
whispered her loving observations into my ears
like an invisible windsong.

By midnight,
the blank page was now devoid of it's once white canvas.
I looked at the bushel to the left -
then quietly stared at the bushel to my right.
The bushel to the right was sated
whereas the bushel to the left was sadly barren and almost empty.

I reviewed the two bushels a final time.
I took a deep breath and 
gently placed my pen and tablet atop my writing table.
My dearest one,
although you're not here tonight -
I realized my life 
needs to have the bad apples banished.
I silently apologized to you 
as I picked up the bushel to the right
and without uttering a single word -

I finished my last fork full of apple pie 
and switched off the light.
I shed a solemn teardrop that bore your name
puffed up my pillows
gently overturned the bushel

and contentedly

threw you out.

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  1. Date: 12/10/2009 6:18:00 PM
    This is full of sentimentality and depth and wonder....I never tire of your magnificent work, and I humbly look to you as a role model in my writing. Hugs, Sara:)

  1. Date: 12/8/2009 7:22:00 AM
    Are you throwing us out? Is it so bleak? Even rotten apples have some good. Seeds to be planted, grown, and fertile, to produce new life, food, for future generations. An apple pie is a delightful treat. But when it is gone, all that is left is a memory. But the seeds planted by a wise boy (or girl or farmer etc.) may last for many seasons to come. Unless they are not nourished. God be with you. Look for the good in all things. And plant seeds of goodness wherever you go. Love, Dane Ann

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 10:54:00 PM
    A very well written story and tribute to your grandmother indeed whose wisdom seems to have taken roots in you. She would be proud. Thanks for sharing and good luck. Caroline.

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 5:59:00 PM
    And , you say you are not a gifted writer. First and are. If you have ever read my bio, you know I too have the same guiding-light in my life. Gone in physical form from this earthly plain, yet! with me every step of the way as is your precious Grandmother. She taught you well, dear John. Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 2:40:00 PM
    Absolutely beautiful and enchanting What a wonderful story to leave us with, so inspiring, it makes me want to throw out "some bad apples". Your grandmother must be a fantastic person. Mine was as well, she resides in heaven now, but still will always and forever be in my heart. May your grandma be the wings beneath your feet. Best of Luck, John, you will be missed, perhaps when you have time, you will return to us.. perhaps?

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 11:52:00 AM
    someone once told me that we end up like our parents I say nat for I know I could never place my hand on any child like they did a great closure all around john stay fit and trim off grannys apples cause she sure laid out some great juice to flow through our bodies and mind you rock hope to see you in ny one day my friend maybe on SNL lol

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 8:00:00 AM
    John, sounds like your grand mother was a wise one. Lucky you, Grand mothers are that way. Sorry to hear you'll be leaving poetry soup. I enjoyed your poems tonight. Lily