Sara Chansarkar Poet Free verse

Mangoes

My childhood smells of the
Mellow fruit hung on trees
Mother mixed spices for
Mango pickles.Today
Mason jars she packs for
Me to take. Hurts to say-
Ma! Customs won't allow

Written on:04/19/2017

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Mark Martin May 1, 2017 at 5:39 AM Dangerous things mangos. Can't let them through customs! Congratulations on your win Sara with this creative poem! :-)

Kim Merryman April 28, 2017 at 9:01 PM A combination of the past and present. Lovely memories vs. disappointment. Congrats on your 3rd place win, Sara! Blessings, Kim

Kim Rodrigues April 25, 2017 at 7:19 AM That jar of mangoes feels heavy! Oh how you miss that marvelous mixture! Blessings and congrat, Sara!

Anne-Lise Andresen April 23, 2017 at 2:04 PM - A great poem on the letter "M" - Congratulations on your winning poem, Sara :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Joseph May April 23, 2017 at 8:30 AM Congrats on your win Sara

Agnes Krampe April 23, 2017 at 7:40 AM I love how your short little poem packs an entire life story. Congrats on your win, Sara.

Sushma A. Singh April 22, 2017 at 11:34 PM Cute write! Congrats!

Joseph May April 19, 2017 at 7:00 PM Love those delicious mangoes..Great write Sara