Peaches and Me

Beautiful and remarkable
she wrote
and it was about
me.  I wanted to
cry.  I am not the
sister of the barren
peach pit I buried
just below the dusty
earth next to the
yellow garage of
our neighbor.  The peach
pit never sprouted,
a tree never grew.  I
was too little
to know that
a peach tree can be
thwarted by poor
soil, insufficient sunshine
and the lack of
tender care.  I thought it had
been a faulty peach.