apple tree (poem)

when i die bury me in his backyard,

under his apple tree

i know i could never make him proud but maybe in eternity

side by side we can both find peace.

i dream of baseball games and ice cold pops,

of a childhood could’ve been,

diving into swimming pools –

a happy childhood would’ve been.

a penny dropping to the bottom,

i am a penny dropping to the bottom,

but i never did grant his wish.

i was good i pulled my weight

but there were things i couldn’t change,

when i die bury us side by side

one day we’ll try again.