The Apple Doesn'T Fall Far From the Tree

You can see him now, dirty as a horse that slipped in the mud, planting petunias with that infamous shamrock thumb (Irish from his Pop Appendage from his Mum) stopping every now - and again - to breathe deep that fragrance rich with pheromone nostalgia just like Grammy Georgina used too do the apple doesn't fall far from the tree I can still see her now, in her glory days, with lovely lemon locks soaking up the summer sun, rooted in that old-fashioned train of mind: You don't stop your work until it's done! (but a walking contradiction, just like her grandson, ... rose to her nose like ruby rebellion) the tree doesn't grow solely from the ground Water's an important player too, especially from grandma's showering can (laughing tears the shade of crystalline blue) Course you can't forget those lifetime lessons either, from dear ole Georgie, speaking with a sunny kind of seriousness, about the importance of patience, the fruitfulness of labor, plucking up the surviving winters' courageous cucumbers, blushing beets the ground isn't just a place for our feet Cause with her and I, we incinerate the stereotype: young blood reflecting on infinity, old knees dancing like she's got chipper chipmunks for toes giggles in the background like a photobomb to the expected chapel silence (it's not all peaches and cream though, sometimes we get violent) Orange slush, flying miles behind us, at times getting grazed in the face by nature's food fight our feet between the squish squish of the crab apple We were two peas, if you please, in a curious pod, like a whimsical joke from a laughing God: Me, the champion of her scallions, the guardian of her garden, leaving all sensibility befuddled with an, "I beg your pardon?" I wonder if she knew then the gravity of the situation, watching mama scream bloody murder, as I came into this world ... ... was she scratching her head, lips curled, in questioning amazement, just like Newton must have been, when developing his theory? What d'you suppose they both were thinking? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ... Written March 27, 2016 For the Cliche Contest Hosted by Silent One