Everything I do is connected to food...
I love oranges. I love watermelon. I love food with color
Memories gone by, seem to come to me like tasting sweets
I saw Jesus in the Watermelon Patch when I was eleven
He touched me and let me cry and laugh and gave me peace
When I was young, the sack of juicy bright oranges called
and I was given only one, so I traded paperdolls for another
Fingers were numb from drawing and cutting those dolls
While the taste of sticky gooey juice was worth the trials
Growing up, married and with child...looked like a Watermelon
was growing inside of me; cravings 0 cravings...woe is me
Thank goodness each child was perfect, looked like dad
Can you imagine them walking with green skin and red innards!
Went for an interview, a job for me....and what do I see?
A giant Orange Tree dripping with fruit, it's an Omen yippee
Three on the ground, pick them up...they're for me...
Is that stealing..or is it a gift, that only I can agree?
Didn't get the job, I wasn't right she said; but we hit it off
right from the start....what is meant to be will be.....
Confessed to the theft of those ripe juicy oranges
"Oh, please take all that you want...let me get you a sack..
You would think these oranges were solid gold instead
She offered a strange container, it was all she had you see
STuffed it with oranges then zipped it closed...Smiling indeed
By the time I got home, I'd peeled, eaten and was full
Laughing and thinking...how oranges seem to affect me
I took the container, and rolled it inside....It used to be
for Barbie, but now it's for me....Clear plastic top with
stars in glitter, Fluffy pink fur all around the square box
It's a suitcase on wheels that fits ten oranges within
Didn't get the job, but it's the memory that counts
Gained fruit of all kind in this interview... met an angel on
earth whom God has blessed, She gave me something
simple I'm sure she thinks.... to me the connection is
Stronger than that.... Jesus sends me oranges when He
is near; and knows they are the way to my heart when
sad and in fear... It wasn't the oranges that lifted me that
day, it was the niceness of the lady who God sent my way..
A gift is how we see it and take what is offered;
Thank goodness I love oranges instead of Snickers or I'd
waddle to this computer when I have the urge to share
Who says I'm a poet.... If it tastes good it's me.....