Licorice Jelly Beans

February 9, 2014

Buttered popcorn, pina colada,

Grape, keylime, chocolate pie,

All the treats in a Jelly Belly bag.

My mom's nose wrinkles

As she bites into the licorice one.

Carefully she picks around them,

Thoroughly inspecting each bite.

I take them all out,

Leaving her none to fear.

If only the cancer was this easily cleared.

Hospital beds will change,

Seasons will change,

But I hope I will always

Eat the licorice jelly beans.

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