MothersA Poem by ChristineI used to hate the way she chewed. It made my stomach hurt (and by “stomach” I mean my psyche) So long as I didn’t have to see her chew, I liked when she brought us snacks. Celery with peanut butter and green apples Things that make children grow (Resentful) When I grew up, I cut apples like Nonno By by cutting from your palm to your fingers to remove the core (He wasn’t her dad) I don’t remember how she cut the apples But they don’t fall far from the tree
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Added on March 29, 2014 Last Updated on March 30, 2014 Author
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