A Winter Night

I have to fight this

So many hours left

Peeling a pear with a knife

Juice dripping

Onto your hands

Sticky fingers

No reason to discard

Any portion of this

Every piece is

Just as sweet as the last

It makes me think

Trying to remember

The last time I ate a pear

Last time I had any other fruit

Wondering why I deny myself

The luxury

Of nature’s candy

It makes me think

Of how much my Grandmother

Loves to bake

And make fruit salad

To eat with custard

Which she made herself

It makes me think

Of how much my Grandmother

Loves to make

Chocolate fudge

Cooling on the back porch

On a winter night