An Apple, a House, a Palace by D.G. (Writing Our Stories)

How can there be an apple

without seeds filling the core?

How can there be a house

without a door?

My mother’s mind is an apple

seeded with memories.

Her heart is the house

with an open door.

And her soul is the palace where I reside,

and I can unlock it without a key.

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