Pepper

Once upon a time,

photocredit- Adrian McDonald

You didn’t pound the red gold

Mother didn’t call you either, she did the chore herself

She felt you would have common sense enough

But common sense isn’t that common they say

So you ate to your fill

Went to bed an innocent young child

You never knew the morning had plans for you

Lights out,

Lights on,

Morning devotion

It was mother’s turn to preach

She’s talking about the widow’s might

How you became a part of the sermon

You know not till today, but you were part of it,

All of sudden,

Giving somehow switches into disobedience, rebellion, witchcraft

All because you didn’t pound the red gold for the last meal

Then you understand,

That mothers can make planets out of a molehill