Elyssa DeVisscher
The apple of the Earth.
Our mother’s most gracious provision.
Its skin is warm from the soft skin of her palm.
She put all of her love into it.
It is not vivacious in appearance, but in what it represents.
It is hard but can soften when coaxed.
I love it a lot.
Like an apple, but more worldly.
A universal comfort, always there for you.
It feels like the hand of a loved one when held in your palm.
The Earth dedicated herself to making it.
It is underappreciated, with humble origins.
Its skin is like thrifted velvet.
The apple of the Earth.