Peeled
An early memory. You peeled oranges whilst I watched, waiting for my share of juice-filled segments. And as I ate, greedily, happily You made fangs from the peel - pointed orange teeth - stuck them under your top lip and roared! Captivated (and a little bit scared) I giggled, my laughter driving the orange monster away.
I used to do this myself. Not quite the fangs but peel in the mouth then smile
Thanks for the memory and the chuckle and smirk now on my face
Good way to begin a Saturday 🌄 morning
What a beautiful memory perfectly captured in a poem 🧡