When I was but a young lass

not very far in the past

I remember sitting at the ramily table

with food dishes around me

glad my snomach was empty

so I could eat until I was unable.

Ready to start and happy

my mother stared right at me

and I honestly could not figure out why

I knew that I was in deep

so I scooped up a large beet

and then she smiled that I was willing to try 

those cranberry colored roots

raided from the cellar loot.