AN ORANGE

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedToday, I ate an orangethe color of an autumn skyits sweetness tinged with tang, awry -the flavour of the sun;a fruit for ancient noblesin regal robes of silk and golddraped thick in jewels manifold,who fought to eat just one...a child out picking cottonstarving for a bite to eat,thirsting for an orange sweetto eat, but there was none -the dustbowl dried, then vanished.That child who left her dirt floor home,her wandering feet the world to roam,her years of hunger done -would bloom into my mother.That memory was bittersweet;of longing for one orange, sweet,beneath a blazing sun... and each time she ate one the bitter came undone - her sweetest treasure, won......Today I ate an orange- sweet wealth in every one. Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published

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