Another poem from a fellow Grapevine and Boiler House Poets Collective friend as part of the Silver Birch Press ONE GOOD MEMORY series! Enjoy “Sweets” by Wendy Stewart, especially those of you who enjoy marzipan treats for Christmas.
Sweets
by Wendy Stewart
For Christmas we make marzipan fruits.
They are as big as my thumbs.
Apples are round and red,
like apples. I get it.
Plums are purple like plums.
I like them best.
Bananas are yellow and long.
I say grapes and she laughs.
I get it. They’d be so little.
Once she says Oh! That one
I thought must be a real plum.
She puts them on the glass tray.
They stay set on the cold porch.
When company comes,
we offer them our candies.
She holds the tray.
I tell how my mum
was fooled by my plum:
That one.
PHOTO:Marzipan fruits by Fiery Phoenix.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wrote “Sweets” when my daughter was little, perhaps littler than I was in this poem, and I was missing my mother. It is a fond memory. It struck me that you don’t know what’s…
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