Before Sentimental Surprise Took Me In Its Embrace...

poem-a-day challenge from Robert Lee Brewer @ Writer's Digest

For today's prompt, write a memory poem. 

My husband wants to get rid of

what he sees as a gnarly eye sore...

and I see as a work of art...

both Season-art and Memory-art.

maybe because another old apple tree 

from my childhood made me see this one

through wizened eyes...

This tree my Grandpa planted,

long before we bought it when we bought their house...

this tree my children climbed,

and now my grandchildren,

along with many others that passed through my care

Here's a bit of season-memory art...

I didn't know the apple tree 

of long ago would bend

With summer fruit, 

long after the pursuits

Of youth would end 

I didn't know the tree that taught

Us how to work and play

where apples fell 

like yellow snow

would never go away

...where mother's apron bulged as we

Helped fill its cotton cart

With pungent gold,

That we could hold

Forever in the heart  

Before I was blindsided by

Moment's momentous haste

 I thought that Time 

was on my side

With quite enough to waste

Before sentimental surprise

Took me in its embrace

And showed to me 

An apple tree

Is never commonplace

© Janet Martin

This photo and memory tidbit from a previous post HERE

The Harvest-apple tree on the old home place.
How well I remember its petal-snow,

before the dirt floor was covered in golden fruit, 

gathered up in our cotton-dress 'baskets'

 carried to the house for apple goodies, 

but mostly canned apple sauce.