Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenged me to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit. I wrote a poem about how my Mother would never send food back no matter how wrong it was and how I do the same thing.
My mother would never send food back,
No matter what.
She would either eat around the problem,
Or suffer in silence pretending it was awesome.
Then, even though she was completely unsatisfied,
She would still leave a 20-percent tip as an upside!
It was never the fault of the waiter,
She just never wanted to be an agitator.
Now, my undercooked steak that is coal black?
And tougher than a walnut?
I’m waiting for my server to bring me a doggy bag,
While I add 22-percent to its poorly prepared price tag.
I would love to have to courage to refuse it,
But I’m a son enslaved by my mother’s habit.
She told me to, “Never piss off those that handle your food”,
So now I have to eat cold ribeyes to not be rude.
My children will have to be the ones to break this cycle of doormats.
Hopefully delivery will be easier to confront.
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