Grandma Was First Poem by james watkin

Grandma Was First



'Who'll be the first, among
So luscious a face
To reach, hungry-handed
For my apples' blush? '

Sweet cuties, quick cajoled
Of this boughed temptor.
Keeping from them, grandma's
Own pie-baking rush!

Friday, October 28, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother,apple,tree
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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