lady of memoriesLike my Apple Man,I hope I know where I can find you,Lady of Memories.You who observed many things watched intently as my Father's roots grewand held him close to heart as you tried your other children.But gave many Thanks of Giving as taking Grief from lost seedsNow, You are my lost seed lady of memories.I will bury this seed and watch as you did while it makes applesIn the orchard.When I find Apple Man, we will eat the fruit you bare, and taste thebitter sweet memories you wish to share with us.Lady of memories, I hope I know where to find you.
apple man Where are you? Where, my apple man of hickory hill? My woven basket? The rocking horse has splintered,
words that cant be spokenWe sat, across from each other. I, am picking at the food I see on my plate, theSpaghetti becoming more and more twisted into knots on my fork,when my father, sighed. Possibly tired from working all day. Like I do."What is wrong this time, ally
." he said not really caring whether it is something good or bad."You know what's bothering me?" my mind processed it self."I hate this house. I hate how it reams with memories echoing from the past.When mom was here. I hate how when no ones here but I, I have to listen to themPlay back again and again.The fights.The screaming.The crying.The tense feelings you both caused, that scarred your daughter. but you know what?You couldn't honestly care less.Because your "maintaining your status" at your high paying job, and your "securingyour assets" with people over you, and making yourself look like you know thingsabout people, by making them look like fools in front of their boss.So, your too busy to care what your dau