Apples

I was always afraid of the stairs—
Mama they have no rail, mama
Their steep as hell, mama
And if I roll my ankle
I may just tumble all the way 
To the bottom 
And break my neck! Mama—
And besides it was a long way down,
That spiraling staircase,
With each plateau barely big enough
For my foot 
Not to mention the ruts and bolts 
Sticking up 
And splinters and rods full of rust.
There were spiders under the boards
And with every step they creaked,
Graffiti on the walls
And broken bottles at my feet—
I need you mama,
I can't just take a leap
Of faith! 
Because I have faith in YOU mama,
Take my hand—

But there on the last step,
Lay my mama cold and dead,
Someone timbered my tree,
So what's going to happen to me—
An apple on the branches? 

It's not my fault,
She fell first.