Apple Jenny
A connoisseur of delicious or Johnathan apples? Queried my mom.
I had never considered her a connoisseur of either, I said with aplomb.
I knew her as Apple Jenny, she was a crone with a mission to learn.
I watched over her closely as she made her warm apple butter churn.
A scholarly woman, a sage wild woman who knew her own mind.
She was empathetic, casual, down-to-earth, pleasant and kind.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
