My dirt is my legacy
Peaches are as old as China, reserved for the first emperors
Peaches for My Daughter
She smells every peach
nose deep and close
ahhh, that’s the onea bargain:
plastic bag, shopping cart,
homePeaches are as old as China,
reserved for the first emperors
This one will be gone in a day
the pit a prize fit only for compostMy dirt is my legacy,
my Peach History a giving nod,
her cupped hands, and an answer:
“aren’t they expensive?”a bargain:
slice, juicy,
shareby Elizabeth Able
Gifts
I wrote this last Summer, after my daughter was out to visit. She’d forgotten to take the peach I bought, just for her, and I was remembering her while contemplating eating it myself. She is 22 years old today.
Oh how time flies! And yet, some things are eternal. Here’s to love and loveliness, dirt, history and peaches.
Happy birthday, honey!
