Engrafted

Rome apples, coarse, blemished, unsprayed, fell straight from her tree. I was grateful for the gift. I roughly cut them into asymmetrical chunks, tossing the good into the bowl. A few frozen wild blueberries from last summer’s yield thrown in, a drizzle of local maple syrup, cinnamon and grated nutmeg are the filling for a pie. My thoughts backtrack to homemade, unadulterated goodness. Tasting the pure, I whined for the processed, packaged cookie-cutter desserts.

Even now, as much as I try new recipes, the kitchen always takes me home. Why years to realize I wasn’t raised in a mold?

So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. I need not beg for allies. Those with the same palate will find me and no crust will ever out-flavor my moms. I can taste it and it’s not even baked yet.

Dversepoets.com Prosery. A line from William Blake’s poem ‘The Chimney Sweeper:’
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. Mine is exactly 144 words including the title.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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15 Responses to Engrafted

  1. rothpoetry says:

    I love your creative story, Mary. A great take on the prompt. Nothing beats Mom’s Apple Pie!

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  2. Ingrid says:

    When it comes to desserts, you can’t beat homemade! I enjoyed your take on the prompt, Mary.

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  3. msjadeli says:

    Apple pie, a wonderful symbol of America. So much richness going into your pie, Mary, especially the remembrance of your mother.

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  4. Thanks Lisa! It came out wonderful!

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  5. merrildsmith says:

    It’s amazing how scent and flavors can take us back in time! The pie sounds delicious.
    Wonderful use of the prompt.

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  6. Yum! Now I want some pie 🥧

    Well done, Mary!

    -David

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  7. K.Hartless says:

    The sweet smell of a homemade pie. It’s been a long time, but this is a great reminder of how the mold is an illusion.

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  8. Mish says:

    A delicious and refreshing take on the prompt. Especially love this line….”Those with the same palate will find me and no crust will ever out-flavor my moms.” Moms make the best pies ever.

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  9. I love homemade… but i think I do it better than my mom ever did… ha.

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  10. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh Mary this is absolutely delightful! 😀 You have me longing for some homemade pie now 💝💝 Sigh .. just love it.. and how seamlessly the line from Blake blends in here!

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  11. Helen Dehner says:

    Like you …. I can still taste my mother’s and my grandmother’s yummy pies (and cakes and jams and candy and cookies …….)

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