THE APPLE BY THE STAIRS

“There’s apples by the stairs

Do you see them in the basket?”

I looked around and under

But no apples did I see

She seemed somewhat perplexed

At how ignorant I could be

 The apples were not there

In the basket that she spoke

There were of course apples

In fact, there were apples everywhere

In a manner quite bespoke

It was a metaphor I realised

For things that come and go

A little game she played

When times were going slow

A joy awash across her face

When my eyes began to dance

From place to place to place

 “You see the apples, don’t you”

She sniggered with a grin

It takes a little effort

A little scrub and shine

To wipe the cynicism from your life

And stop that endless pine

 “But once you see the basket

I filled with apples by the stairs

You’ll make a promise always

To see apples and not pears

So I’ll say this one more time

There’s apples by the stairs

Do you see them in the basket?”

Yes.

I said, Yes