Pina Colada If You Please
Pina colada if you please
But there wasn’t one in the coffee shop.
So she went to the baker’s and asked him.
Her mother smiled, not knowing what it was.
No one at home knew what she was seeking.
She had been born into a non-drinking family.
Marguerita? Whiskey Sour? Singapore sling?
She was getting frantic and she was not even three.
Her parents laughed, thinking she was making up words
Or speaking a foreign language, not recognizing it.
She rolled her eyes at their naivety.
Reincarnation is not easy for an alcoholic
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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