An Apple Legacy

Home is where the heart is, so my home’s a moving organ,

Belong to many places, feel nowhere like an orphan.

Colombia, Munich, Madrid, yes even sometimes Hessen.

Every place I gift some time, brings with it a new lesson.

Laubach is very special, so fresh in its antiquity,

Fast-modern life is stressful, out here I’m never fidgety.

Its soothing to sit idly by, just for a couple hours,

And see how all that man has built, our nerves and rest devours.

Grandma watches the news. A reminder of the world outside,

We sit for hours every day talking of a world gone by.

And gone by is her husband, who’s name I proudly hold,

For Heinrich was an icon, I knew no one so bold.

His presence filled all rooms, his charm a thousand hearts,

His blue eyes were so striking, they pierced you through like darts.

Grandpa rests inside a tree, that reaches to the sky,

So tall it is. So mighty. Grandpa was never shy.

To each of his three grandsons, he left a gift we cherish,

Three apple trees in his garden, he loved to watch them flourish.

Six years between each cousin, means the trees were of different sizes,

And even as the youngest, I saw my small apples as big prizes.

Gravity was found through apples, or so Newton’s story goes,

So, I now sit with a sinking heart, as I see grandpa’s saplings grown.

So, what’s the morale of Laubach? I can tell you mine:

Every year in summer the apples grow as by design.

A seed filled with love and values, gives rise to a healthy tree,

And if you care for it with discipline, apples are a guarantee.