'Crabby, Crab Apple' Poem by Linda Winchell

Crab apples picked at their peak of ripeness
But one was much sourer than it should be.
After picking I placed it in the basket
But it spoiled the others…so they might never seed.

It was as crabby as a crab apple could be
As sour …as ever was tasted!
My thought was……..
“Way in my life… for you… was time wasted? ”

I tried to make you sweet as the others
But all you wanted to do was crab!
Why when I placed you…down in the basket?
Did you have to spoil others….to go bad?

“One bad apple does spoil the bunch”
I’d heard that said before.
To place all of ones time and tenderness into something
And get out of it… nothing more.

God says….” to turn the other cheek”
To show everyone… God’s mercy and grace.
So next time I’m hoping….from all my efforts
My crab apples… will all have a sweeter taste!

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009