Fava beans

I miss the fava beans your mama gave me

We wake early for the fruit picking in Brentwood

She scolded me her garden plums are better than good

It was another lifetime ago

Now our love story is frozen in the bitter cold

I never thought of you after we broke

Never spoke of the fairytales that got sold

Now I got no man, I got no lady

Just this dark pb cup to love baby

Love wasn't enough

The pain washes out in the purple rain

I tried to make us a home

Memories and broken dreams scatter the path all around me

I watch my co worker eat her popcorn chicken and drink her container of strawberry milk tea

A Quickly gift from the boyfriend reminds me of the food he used to leave me in the microwave and kitchen

Then it all vanished with a quickness

Now the sugar is killing

Like a bittersweet milling of fava beans

It used to be my favorite snack

Now the store ran out and I never look back

The lady that used to be me now a thing of the past

The beanstalk was strong and tall but then the giant fell in to me leaving this fava bean shaped scar

All on my heart

Taking away all the love

Now I sit and wait for the fava beans to grow

For all else is hard to know

I miss the days of who we used to be

I miss the fava beans your mama gave me

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of loss. Memories of loss, for what once was and is no more. A different time, a happier time. A time when the author was more content with her lot. Bittersweet is this poem dear butterfly. May you regain your strength to fly again.

Chris