As a treat when we were small
My mother would slice a banana
Into a bowl and pour milk on top
With a little sprinkling of sugar
And smile and announce
'One of Grandma's favorite recipes'
Her mother passed when she was
Just sixteen making her the mother
Of her four sisters and little brother
Grandma must have been in her thirties
When her only son's life took her own
But something of her sweetness
We could taste and tears
Where nothing else of her was known
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