Poetry: Apple Carrot Muffins

The same old silver grater, clearglass bowl, dented wooden spoon usedto make round applesauce cake forfirst birthdays today made muffins for freshman and senior year. Instead of watching from your wooden high chair, bass boomed behind closed bedroom doors while green granny smith apples, bright orange carrots joined honey, oats, almondflour for you. Another day ofbeautiful childhoodfleetingbefore lovesick eyes not done soaking up all […]

Poetry: Apple Carrot Muffins

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