Pomegranate

She dropped a pomegranate in our palms,
So we would get no attack of Alzheimer’s.
We need to consult a geriatric specialist,
On our habit lately to forget everything.

A pomegranate has  its red bloody teeth.
Sink yours in teeth against white gums,
Teeth against teeth, gums against gums.
So you  get to the root of the truth canal.

The fruit was born rich and royal in Iran,
Now a bush widely grown in backyards,
To help us stay safe against Alzheimers,
Who have habit of forgetting everything.

But to get to the root of the truth canal,
We forget where mom hid her shadows
After many fruits  had sunk in her teeth.
She had a habit of forgetting everything.

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