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Recipe of Anecdote
Some events in our lives are unforgettable
but not always cherishable.
The moment of infinite embarsement,
become an ingredient of enrichment.
Your endeavor to omit it from your life is impossible,
not because you can't forget it,
but because it's your Mom's favorite recipe.
The day I habitually browsed a viva question,
when system was on screen share,
Mom was in my room.
Admonished by teacher and by mom,
I knew it was new Anecdote and mom knew it too.
Can't forget it, can't live with it,
reminded of it everyday at the beginning
and at regular intervals without fail.
My mom has made it an eternal event,
that can't be forgotten or forgived.
Another from high school,
when I intervened a class by mistake.
Chastised by teacher,
I cried that day.
Years have passed but
it still feels like yesterday.
Recipe of mom, had made it an eternal event again.
Back to junior,
I guess I was eight.
I was at a brunch on Sunday,
nice and warm noon it was, until they had the dessert laid.
Huge dining tables, with hundreds there,
all in similar dresses, hard to find my parents there.
Impatient me had no time to eat,
playing with friends I was too busy.
I ran into the dining hall.
to find my mom,
saw a haircut and spotted her out.
Dashed behind her chair,
I surely hadn't seen her face.
Held her hand and forcibly,
made her make me eat.
Gave a kiss on her cheek,
thanked her and
ran away without waiting to hear what she had to speak.
It was only at the second time I went there,
and saw someone else on that chair,
I realized I had made a mistake.
Humiliation on one side and
mom's sarcasm, " You don't seem to recognize me."
I still remember every detail with embarrassment and shame.
Not one, not two
but there are several embarrassing events,
that have themselves engraved.
Weapon for my mom,
at every argument.
Humiliation takes the my thoughts away,
I have nothing speak and
she wins every argument this way.
These events become the best anecdote ,
the recipe's ingredient is an embarrassing event and the magic is your mom.
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but not always cherishable.
The moment of infinite embarsement,
become an ingredient of enrichment.
Your endeavor to omit it from your life is impossible,
not because you can't forget it,
but because it's your Mom's favorite recipe.
The day I habitually browsed a viva question,
when system was on screen share,
Mom was in my room.
Admonished by teacher and by mom,
I knew it was new Anecdote and mom knew it too.
Can't forget it, can't live with it,
reminded of it everyday at the beginning
and at regular intervals without fail.
My mom has made it an eternal event,
that can't be forgotten or forgived.
Another from high school,
when I intervened a class by mistake.
Chastised by teacher,
I cried that day.
Years have passed but
it still feels like yesterday.
Recipe of mom, had made it an eternal event again.
Back to junior,
I guess I was eight.
I was at a brunch on Sunday,
nice and warm noon it was, until they had the dessert laid.
Huge dining tables, with hundreds there,
all in similar dresses, hard to find my parents there.
Impatient me had no time to eat,
playing with friends I was too busy.
I ran into the dining hall.
to find my mom,
saw a haircut and spotted her out.
Dashed behind her chair,
I surely hadn't seen her face.
Held her hand and forcibly,
made her make me eat.
Gave a kiss on her cheek,
thanked her and
ran away without waiting to hear what she had to speak.
It was only at the second time I went there,
and saw someone else on that chair,
I realized I had made a mistake.
Humiliation on one side and
mom's sarcasm, " You don't seem to recognize me."
I still remember every detail with embarrassment and shame.
Not one, not two
but there are several embarrassing events,
that have themselves engraved.
Weapon for my mom,
at every argument.
Humiliation takes the my thoughts away,
I have nothing speak and
she wins every argument this way.
These events become the best anecdote ,
the recipe's ingredient is an embarrassing event and the magic is your mom.
© All Rights Reserved
