{"id":56,"date":"2021-12-24T21:28:05","date_gmt":"2021-12-24T21:28:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jess.co\/?p=56"},"modified":"2022-04-05T15:47:45","modified_gmt":"2022-04-05T15:47:45","slug":"untitled-2-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jess.co\/?p=56","title":{"rendered":"Fruit Trees Remind Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>As soon as I could write&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember writing poems&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In little notebooks that were cute and shown&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I would like the way they sound&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the way they rhymed&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The way they looked&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Short and concise.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And that I always knew what to say&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because its just the way.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They grew in my heart&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And when I had hurt to express<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You best believe I could not write a better poem.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had stopped for some reasons<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mostly due to pain and suffering&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What had happened, happened in this specific period&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But this story isn\u2019t about that&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this year of tragedy&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That had been offered to my family&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And not just once, not just twice, but three times&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Like a charm gone upside down and up side wrong&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Two deaths that hit me hardest&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For reasons that do not resemble one another&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Little did I know&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The one death I could not remember&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>would be the reason I\u2019d lose my grandmother&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To me, seemingly two decades to early&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She didn\u2019t want to die like her own mother&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My father would remind me not to judge his mother&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What I am to do but cry?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I think back, I wish I had offered her a better goodbye&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Perhaps a poem about what it meant to me&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to be the apple of her eye.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can never look at a fruit tree&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without remembering the smell of summer&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the hill picking plums with her partner&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>my father\u2019s father&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He reminds me to pick the ones just eaten&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By the nature that surrounds us&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The sweetest is what is on the tree, enjoyed by someone before us&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wish I could have written a poem about them&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I was too young to remember&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Anything but what they both meant to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Separately.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was all that mattered.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As soon as I could write&nbsp; 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