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
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2017
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