Raspberries

We had raspberries with our dinner, tonight. It's not like I haven't eaten raspberries before, especially over the last X decades. This was different, though. Upon biting into the first one, I was immediately transported to my dear, dear Grandpa Epps' wonderful raspberry patch. I was prompted to write a poem. I want to share. Thanks for indulging me.

 I ate a raspberry.

It took me back in time,

To my grandpa’s garden,

And the man, so gentle and kind.

 

Straight rows,

Parallel, marked with string.

Tenderly worked by Grandpa,

Tidy, productive, and satisfying.

 

Working together,

Shovel, spade, fork, and hoe.

Grandpa’s element,

Helping food and children grow.

 

Enjoying the fruits

Of labor pleasantly spent,

With Grandpa,

Tall and unbent.

 

Untold influence

Over years and years.

Grandpa’s kindness and care

Shaping those he held so dear.

 

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