I prefer the term fruit to vegetable. Sweet & Revitalizing. Have some fruit on a hot sunny day will take you a long way, she always said. My number two favorite but now my number one; the watermelon. Laying in a pink night gown hiding under green sheets...what's visible to the eye are the little black pebbles on her face. She was more like an ice cube, perfectly shaped, like a diamond cut. On vacation she used to eat like a gluttonous King, no shame or fear there. "You only live once" She used to say. I had a problem with that view, to me, life was worth a lot more than food.
Once back home, on the treadmill or tennis courts, in the aerobics studio or the pool, the ice cube would quickly melt back in shape. Once an ice cube, is now a watermelon. Chemo, radiation and cortisone. Oh Cortisone how I despise you. It has many uses; it relieves inflammation in various parts of the body, treats nausea and vomit and stimulates appetite. Yes, stimulates the appetite for cancer patients with severe appetite problems, but Dr. that wasn't my mother. She was good on the appetite side, so why did they have to blow her up like a balloon? Making her to heavy to walk or live comfortably.
Watching her sit on a chair was uncomfortable for the eyes. You know its like sitting next to an over-sized person on the plane. Helplessness. I say used to because sitting on a chair is a thing of the past. A task beyond her capability today. When she could chair, she looked physically uncomfortable. Have you ever chaired before? I do, but sometimes I walk around the house and glimpse at her old pictures that remind me of her attractive looks and light body, butterflying from shop to stop. She was termed a "MILF" when I was in school, thanks to the little men I grew up with. I was flattered then. But now, offended? Lack of respect for women? Can't you just take a compliment! When I asked my father why he married my mother he said, "She looked nice." He had an uncontrollable grin on his face. A little embarrassed perhaps by his mere shallowness and disappointed that he didn't include additional criteria to measure the success rate of his marriage with an ice cube or a watermelon, malleable objects that change according to the external environment.
Although hard on the outside, termed a cultural misfit because of her bravado attitude and sense of humor, but lusciously addictive and filling on the inside. Once the the shell is broken, the laughter and heart of forgiveness is all that is left behind. My watermelon. You always refresh me. Especially in the summer. Is this one really your last?
Once back home, on the treadmill or tennis courts, in the aerobics studio or the pool, the ice cube would quickly melt back in shape. Once an ice cube, is now a watermelon. Chemo, radiation and cortisone. Oh Cortisone how I despise you. It has many uses; it relieves inflammation in various parts of the body, treats nausea and vomit and stimulates appetite. Yes, stimulates the appetite for cancer patients with severe appetite problems, but Dr. that wasn't my mother. She was good on the appetite side, so why did they have to blow her up like a balloon? Making her to heavy to walk or live comfortably.
Watching her sit on a chair was uncomfortable for the eyes. You know its like sitting next to an over-sized person on the plane. Helplessness. I say used to because sitting on a chair is a thing of the past. A task beyond her capability today. When she could chair, she looked physically uncomfortable. Have you ever chaired before? I do, but sometimes I walk around the house and glimpse at her old pictures that remind me of her attractive looks and light body, butterflying from shop to stop. She was termed a "MILF" when I was in school, thanks to the little men I grew up with. I was flattered then. But now, offended? Lack of respect for women? Can't you just take a compliment! When I asked my father why he married my mother he said, "She looked nice." He had an uncontrollable grin on his face. A little embarrassed perhaps by his mere shallowness and disappointed that he didn't include additional criteria to measure the success rate of his marriage with an ice cube or a watermelon, malleable objects that change according to the external environment.
Although hard on the outside, termed a cultural misfit because of her bravado attitude and sense of humor, but lusciously addictive and filling on the inside. Once the the shell is broken, the laughter and heart of forgiveness is all that is left behind. My watermelon. You always refresh me. Especially in the summer. Is this one really your last?
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