Apples

Sometimes in the springtime
I like to see the apple blossoms with you
Sometimes in the winter
I like to see the snow falling with you

Once we took apples from my grandfather’s tree
But had nowhere to plant the seed
So we baked them with sugar
And we ate them

Sometimes on Saturdays when it’s raining we do laundry
Especially then I like to watch you fold so carefully the clothes
Especially then I like to watch you move your fingers slow