For Me-With Love
I went out picking apples...with my granddaughter and grandson
My grandson had his basket all filled up, but my granddaughter...
she had "ONLY"- one
There were plenty apples on the trees,
and just as many of them on the ground
But none of them had looked so good...
then the one that she had found
It looked so red and so delicious.
I would have loved a bite or two
But when I said to my granddaughter...
"you're gonna love that apple"
She said- "No papa...that one's for you"
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2023
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