to nourish a malnourished frame,
took shape from that of a pear
with tender thoughts for skin, and seeds
deep within its core. The pear freed
from the bonds of leaves, a tree’s care
no longer taken, to the ground,
then into child’s palm, without sound.
To a child, found with many smiles
and hungry lips. Taken to mouth
of hope, swallowed between white teeth.
(Witnessed by warm tender freckles).
This one pear fulfilled child’s hunger,
to taste the fruit, the dull color,
the sweet taste, syrup and honey-
like, rich as a father’s giving,
pure as a mother’s loving
grace. This child’s nursery rhyme at play.
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