peel that orange!

Memories of Oranges Peeled

I recall the day I first held an orange tight

Ten years old, and a daunting task in sight

Before then, helping hands had always been near

But now, in secondary school, I had to face my fear

Then a boy caught my eye, and I wanted to impress

So I peeled an orange, hoping to be a success

Our love did not last, and I often wonder why

Was it the imperfect peel, that made his heart say goodbye?

Years went by, and life had its way

My mother passed, leaving me with a sorrowful day

I peeled an orange, slow and precise

For my younger brother, a comforting, gentle surprise

In that moment, the smell of citrus filled the air

As I peeled the orange, with a love beyond compare

It was my way of saying, "I'm here, don't cry"

A simple act of kindness, that brought a sorrowful sigh

Now, when I peel an orange, memories flood my mind

Of love, loss, and longing, all intertwined

The bittersweet taste, a reminder of life's plight

A peeled orange, a symbol of love, shining with all its might.