Why Me?
written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman
Perhaps overlooked
still it was hurtful
together
we weathered many storms
the old apple tree, she
swayed to and fro
together
we huddled, we clung
her branches flailing
together
our friendship grew strong
came time for apple picking
we donned our best display.
together
we bid each other goodbye
one by one my friends were chosen,
and there I was all alone. Why?
Was I not pretty enough or
was it something sinister?
Is it the apple does not
fall far from the tree, or,
was it meant to be?
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – The Last Fruit
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 40 years being rewarded professionally and personally. Now retired, I am following my dreams and enjoy family, travel, writing, and promotion of others. My poetry appears in eleven anthologies, and my work is published across six platforms, inclusive of WordPress, PoetrySoup, Spillwords, BlueSky, Mastodon, and Tumblr. I'm thrilled in be in the company of such a talented group of kindred souls.
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