Apple Crate

(To Lawrence)

You were born on a spring day, your mom was young, almost a child and she held you with awe you were so pretty and fair, with big green eyes and blond hair...

Her name was Clara..which means Clarity and she had brown eyes and honey colored skin...

You were her first born and she was alone, she couldn't keep you, she was told, it was not done then... she knew you were going away very soon from her arms.. to an already chosen family... but that spring day, you were all hers.... So she tenderly placed you in a apple crate that was your first crib it was all she could offer you, a humble apple crate, sweet like you, and as you fell asleep the scent of apple blosoms surrounded you...

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