she’s an old woman
her wrinkled smile reflected
grandmothers, mothers, aunts
she never knew.
fingers branching out
inviting her to pluck it off.
don’t accept anything from strangers.
she’s just an old woman
in her voice she could hear
the gentle counsel of
grandmothers, mothers, aunts
an authority she cannot easily deny.
she’s looking after me.
she’s only an old woman
with kind words as a shelter.
an unwanted is now wanted
she takes the apple
and hands over her trust.
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