Apricot Jars


Apricot jars shining,
Billowing sheets strung from a line.
She studies hospitality - the feeling of a home.

Splitting chickens to rescue golden eggs,
Poring over small plants to pull weeds.
She marvels at the colors on a plate -
appealing to the eye.

A multitude of battles - with dough!
And negative thoughts.
Emerging balls of brown bread
Her true identity formed by grace.

She walked miles accompanied by verses.
Wrote streams of letters.
Ceaselessly baked marvelous apple pies.

Chicken soup in winters.
Prayer in mornings.
Often congratulated my cleaning :)

Coconut lemon warmth in my mouth.
Her heart holds onto faithful promises.
There are lots of ways to share life.

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