Garlic

Another poem from running ruminations. Debating if I should keep the title as Garlic or just use an eye roll emoji…

You stand behind me
Telling me garlic doesn’t belong on eggs
I will not put them on your eggs
No you will not put them on any eggs
My sister calls me
To tell me
She was making eggs
And our father stood behind her
Telling her she was holding the garlic wrong