Rice Pudding

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Oh Mother, dear Mother!

Teach me how to make

Your rice pudding, tonight,

And take me back to my childhood.

Take me back to those nights

When Life dealt me a blow

Through the heavy hands of Father.

 

Oh Mother, dear Mother!

Please teach me how to make

Your rice pudding, as tonight,

Life has dealt me another rough blow;

This time, through the unfeeling hands

Of the man who swept me off my feet

Just as I crossed the threshold of adolescence,

Only to throw me back on the ground

With unforgiving force.

 

Oh Mother, dear Mother!

Teach me how to make your rice pudding.

And, as I bite the dust licking my fallen face,

Let the aroma of the fragrant cardamom

Overpower the smell of fresh blood

Oozing from my nose;

And the colour of saffron

Hide my weeping bruises

In a warm embrace.

 

Oh Mother, dear Mother!

Please take me back to my childhood,

And teach me not to

Get dissolved passively like the sweet sugar,

But boil over like the indignant milk,

When not tended to carefully.

Mother, do teach me

How to burn the unfeeling hand

That bruises my body and my soul.

Tonight. Every night.

 

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