#intergenerational wisdom

I ask you for the recipe,

and you say "call me".

I peel the apples and put them in a pot.

It can't be made without love. 

You walk me through the steps,

and in goes another cup.

More than driving distance away,

you hold my hands and say:

"Measure twice, cut once."

One day, I think,

although we'll be farther apart,

I will call you for advice,

and it will be my hands holding someone else.

You tell me you love me and wish me luck.

"Let me know how it goes!"

It doesn't matter how many times I make applesauce—