Every Day is Mama's Day (poem)

Yay, science is bringing back Mama's tomatoes,

sweeter and crispr than ever before, sunripe

and juicy, love apples galore, and just my type.

I love Mama's sauces, stormy eyes, tornados

stirring down the boiling fruit of the hot ragu

soon to favor the crumble-breaded eggplants stuffed

with mozzarella, lamb mince, bell pepper -- I'm chuffed!

Mama singing at the sausage grinder, Boo-hoo,

for all the little smarts and stings a long life brings,

all the catastrophes of unrequited love,

all the unanswered prayers suffered to fools above ,

but I've got chicken cacciatore fit for kings.

Mama, mama, oh how I love your tomatoes.

Wish you were here beside me in ripe Barbados!