Bittermelon.
Mom cut it up for us,
on the day Dad was leaving.
It was Dad's favorite fruit.
Isn't 'was' how you talk about people
who are dead? Or, at least,
gone out of your life.
It tasted like his departure felt -
sweet, because now I could
pretend to hate him,
and bitter, because I'd know I didn't.
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Comments
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The turmoils of emotions where grief is concerned is always a heavy burden to bear. I feel that you've summed that up well here. It touches the heart.
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What a piece.
So innocent, so bitter, so absolutely raw.
I love this.
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wow...I think this piece is amazing...I love the comparisons between the dad and the melon...awesome write
good luck
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Amazing! ..though a little sad. Great job though. I think you might want to put single quotation marks around was in the fourth stanza. like this: 'was'
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