Fruit grown by nurturing hands
Lovingly protected from drowning rain
Never parched
Never cold
Never hot
Nothing but the best for Peaches
Bathed in sunlight, alone
Misted holy water
Placed on a windowsill with admiration
Sound
Making a kitchen a home
Unprepared for a bite of life
Sensitive to the touch
Ripe for pain
Thunderous footsteps stomping ant steps
Enough to bring Peaches to knees
Never showing stain
Never showing rot
Picked but never part of the chain of life
Suffering
Take a bite