February 22, 2010
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There is something on the table,
that smells like the mysterious tropics
and looks like a piece of rising sun.
It is a gift from the heavens,
it is a magical fruit that can bring forth delight.
It eaten,
it is so juicy,
so sweet.
And behind that unforgettable sweetness,
something else is hidden-
may be it is bliss,
may be joy,
or may be love.
Every piece of this mango,
can remind me of so many good memories,
can erase all my pain
and lure me into a world of sweetness and perfection.
But as I get ready to enjoy this delicious fantasy,
a flood of guilt will wash over me.
This mango on the table,
is from my mother,
who did not eat it
but instead saved it for me.

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