Daddy's Apple

When I'm at home
I hear that familiar sound..
the sound of someone biting an apple

crunch

crunch

-pause-

crunch

I know I'd see him
sitting on his favorite chair
his teary eyes
looking at the far distance..

he looks at the apple
before he healthily bites on it..

I'll catch a glimpse of his eyes
eyes full of wonder at the sight of an apple

I'll see his old familiar smile
a smile that I rarely see
a smile that an apple can bring
a smile that once belonged only to dreams

The tale of the apple
is one so simple and true

my daddy said they were once very poor
that apples belonged only to dreams

now I see my daddy look at the apple
an apple which he just bit

and I know in that simple moment
...through the tale of an apple

my daddy lived his childhood dream..