In all the hours that hands have to hold,
we write our heart's ink through many ways,
leaving messages upon those we meet,
who see the handwriting and know
what language we truly used
no matter what we thought we said.
It might come in dark stains of expression,
the pain and sadness that flowed too often
or it might have a claret hue from our passions,
nearly glowing as it drips on another.
Perhaps it appears with love’s sapphire tint
having a warmth in the words,
which no one can forget.
Whatever is the signature we use
conveying the core of the fruit
grown within our lives,
it will be the image most remembered,
a grave marker created by what we penned
by the seeds that dwelled inside,
hopefully it will be more apples than lemons
cherished for a flavor that brought some sweet memories
instead of sour thoughts that become so bitter.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Well you have certainly brought your readers, including me, more apples than lemons
