Apples

Sometimes in the springtime

I like to see the apple blossoms with you

Sometimes in the winter

I like to see the snow falling with you

Once we took apples from my grandfather’s tree

But had nowhere to plant the seed

So we baked them with sugar

And we ate them

Sometimes on Saturdays when it’s raining we do laundry

Especially then I like to watch you fold so carefully the clothes

Especially then I like to watch you move your fingers slow