Another Challenge to hone my writing skills
APPLE OF HER EYE
She looked out of her kitchen window at her cottage garden
Tied round her waist was her favourite yellow apron
She fumbled with thick fingers to untie the bows
Her knuckles enormous now and forever aching.
Just because he’d been to the Empire State building
How could her grandson, the apple of her eye
Christen his first born child, a daughter, Liberty
She hoped this adorable child of her child
Would have the freedom her name implied
To do what she wanted with her life
She opened the door to call them inside
Come and sit down by the fireside.