Poem: Innocent Jello
I saw the red drops left behind,
making sure it didn't slosh too high,
the jello in the tray,
little cubes that were cut when solid,
four across and three deep.
I scooped them out with my fingers,
swallowed them whole,
not knowing the gelatin inside,
the stuff once belonging in bones and skin,
animals long dead and not buried.
I remember the delicious taste,
cherry red tongue and fingers,
this was a special time,
time spent with my loved one,
much older than me but wiser,
a mixture of different colors in her hair.
I know age makes a difference,
seeing actions through a wider lens,
knowledge gained during time passed,
awareness of the red jello today,
still remains a highlight.
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