It felt like 12 hours

sitting alone at the kitchen table just staring at that half a banana.  I cried, I begged, I said some angry words yet still you made me sit across from that horrid bit of fruit.  The rest of the kids having long since cleared their plates, were outside enjoying a carefree summer afternoon.  I cursed them and cursed that banana.  I finally took a bite of the virulent monkey food and gagged so intensely I thought it might rejoin the browning piece of fruit before me.

Since that day you have made a little bowl of banana free fruit salad 

just for me.  

I like that about you.

May every heaven sent wish make it your way this year.

I love you mom.