by Jentsie Petersen
I spend the afternoon
cutting up our favorite fruit.
He is lovingly guiding my
hands to keep the pieces even.
But I don’t need it equal.
I don’t even need the peach.
I spend the afternoon
cutting up our favorite fruit.
He is lovingly guiding my
hands to keep the pieces even.
But I don’t need it equal.
I don’t even need the peach.