To make my son’s lunch this morning. Just in time
I remembered, but it’s a pitiful meal on account of
I forgot to get more beef sticks and he’s denied
Oreos (mean of me, he has serious Oreo love)
Because yesterday that was all he ate
And the turkey and spinach I sent today
May travel home uneaten. He can’t do hot lunch
At school—too many allergies to trust
The menu there. Also I almost forgot,
But often in the morning dark I think of it,
That peeling carrots, tucking in a juice box,
Checking to see if the banana is ripe
Enough but not too ripe…. Oh, pickiness!
Diurnally this task is a blessing in my life.