salvation’s apple

stood in silence at the graveside

words of hope and comfort spoken

only nineteen years, she’d been here

ere the fragile link’d been broken


flowers, tears; of those were many –

murdered, she’d been, in her sleep –

muddled haze of speechless sorrow,

leaves that blow in rustled sweep


one girl tearful leaves an apple

on her dead best friend’s headstone

sitting there amid the mourners

red and gleaming, all alone


asked my mother, why an apple?

she said, this, the last love known;

it’s salvation’s apple, for those

cut down ere their fruit was shown


o, why must the peaceful suffer?

cut down early, ere they bloom?

bring us all salvation’s apple

peace at last, beyond

the tomb

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Daily Prompt:

When Childhood Ends

Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).

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