Bobbing for Apples

Bobbing for apples at Halloween time
got a big one that tastes just fine
ghost and goblins run and play
then disappear at the break of day

I have such fun memories
of the Halloween parties my mom
use to make for us
taffy pulls, haunted houses
costumes she made us each year
Mom, you were a saint, my dear.

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3 Responses to Bobbing for Apples

  1. chris jensen says:

    Damn, time spent with mom…

    Sadly, our mother was very sick, i don’t even believe my sister,
    got the chance to know our mother!

    Nonetheless i do very clearly,
    she had nothing but lov
    for all of us children…

    Even throughout the hell, she endured
    while doing her best to protect her three children,
    from a person, she once loved…

    It’s all good, we can’t turn back time…

    hugs chris


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