I bumped into a relative of mine in the store yesterday. She told me how much she’d appreciated the poem I wrote about my niece’s – her cousin’s – death and funeral. She shared how she had copied and pasted bits of it into special scrapbooks she was making for her sons and she hoped I didn’t mind. I told her my husband actually had a whole verse he didn’t like and so left it out when he copied and pasted it into a document.
“I wrote it for myself but I’m glad there are parts you like,” I said.
I came home trying to remember Eve Merriam’s, How to Eat a Poem, because I found myself writing my own version. So here is my eating poetry poem:
It’s Okay to Snack
You don’t have to eat my poem whole,
a bite or two will do.
I know there might be skin or seeds or pit
that slow you down a bit.
So take your time,
let your teeth find just the right spot
or lick with your tongue.
You might find you’ll be back
for more snacking