Fruit Picking from Backyard
Nostalgia of growing years
That was my growing-up years—
backyard with ample fruit trees.
laden with guava, orange, mango,
papaya, java plum, rose apple,
pomegranate, lemon, lychee.
Day or night, whenever felt like,
I headed to that grove,
picked the fruit of my choice,
and enjoyed its pulp and juice.
What a lovely experience it used to be,
one of the best gift for children.
Then we left for higher education
and married to live far away.
The trees grew old too,
succumbed to diseases and death.
Only nostalgia remains—
bringing joy, and sometimes, pain.
Note: That's me, picking ripe oranges, in winter.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Comments (3)
My aunt had an apple orchard along with cherry trees and raspberry bushes and we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted just so we didn't get sick on them. We would have to clean up our own mess if you know what I mean. Good job.
Such sweet memories—your words remind us how simple joys from childhood stay in our hearts forever 💖
Wow. Amazing poem and well written, your image is more attractive.