When I'm at home
I hear that familiar sound..
the sound of someone biting an apple
I know I'd see him
sitting on his favorite chair
his teary eyes
looking at the far distance..
he looks at the apple
before he healthily bites on it..
I'll catch a glimpse of his eyes
eyes full of wonder at the sight of an apple
I'll see his old familiar smile
a smile that I rarely see
a smile that an apple can bring
a smile that once belonged only to dreams
The tale of the apple
is one so simple and true
my daddy said they were once very poor
that apples belonged only to dreams
now I see my daddy look at the apple
an apple which he just bit
and I know in that simple moment
...through the tale of an apple
my daddy lived his childhood dream..