Applesauce

We stood together in the kitchen. Sharing a bowl of applesauce

Added to the slow cooker

Cinnamon and nutmeg

It took its time

No rush to soften

Unhurried pace

That’s how good things are made

You were propped on my left hip

Mouth open like a baby bird

Each spoonful of applesauce

Had you wanting more

We stood there eating our shared applesauce

A moment as tender as the fruit

I know you won’t remember this

But I will for you