Salad

We always ate salad when I was a kid, With lettuce and carrots and cukes And also tomatoes and olives at times But today, that would bring some rebukes. For the lettuce was iceberg, which I never buy, Though we didn’t have choices back then Or perhaps that’s the kind that my mother preferred, So she bought it again and again. I now buy arugula, sometimes romaine Or a mixture of various kinds Of colorful lettuces, common today, Just like spinach, as grocery finds. I still add tomatoes and carrots and, too, Things like peppers and sugar snap peas, But the lettuce will never be iceberg because My mother’s not here to appease.