It’s strange the obsessions we have with food. I’ve been dieting my entire life and it wasn’t until I learned to accept myself that I finally was able to get over the weight issue. Most people don’t realize I have a sense of humor because my poetry can be intense but when people meet me they can’t believe I’m the poet behind those intense poems. This is a true story from my childhood. Enjoy!
Reminiscing
Food stories family tell
About behavior
Don’t remember, age three or four
Learn to walk—learned to climb
Kitchen chair—telephone books
God forbid family would
Buy a step ladder to make my life easier
An old refrigerator (not old then)
Lever—jump up and pull down
Sister wonders why fridge is ajar
Opens door—Surprise it’s me
Sitting on a shelf eating an apple
She grabs me—fights to get fruit
Tug of War ensues.
She wants a chewed apple?
Stomping away (I had such attitude)
Fruit in hand—I won
Sister retells story as family laughs
Offended by their laughter
Rope around stove, fridge
Padlock on pantry? Chocks, candy!
Where’s the fruit?
Watch fire in stove—love fireplaces
Upset, storm off to yellow vinyl 50’s sofa
Jump up and slide back down
Jump up again and again
Oh well, I’ll throw myself on floor
Crying because I’m a miffed child
Check to see if they’re watching
Mom comes over and hugs me
Sit on the big vinyl sofa—finally!