Home-Grown Tomatoes

They are crutched on vines
with soft green ribbons
well beyond their youth.
Wire cages like ribs protect their girth.
They start as white star flowers not unlike jasmine
but without all the perfume,
because it’s too hot for that.
Ain’t got time for that, mama says
when all you want is a home-grown slice of heaven.
So she eats one whole, followed by two, three, four.
Hand over mouth.
Doctor said it’s too much. The acid. The pulp.
But the first of my brothers inside her tummy
swells to an unexpected weight;
a fist size of the fruit she loves.

for Real Toads after Jane Hirshfield’s
“Green Striped Melons”

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28 thoughts on “Home-Grown Tomatoes

  1. Yes you did well in describing my love and addiction for those heavenly slices, or, more often than not the whole thing with a shaker of salt. 🙂

  2. Nothing like vine home grown tomatoes ~ Love the ending of the size of your brothers ~ Thanks for participating with Real Toads & wishing you happy weekend ~

  3. “They start as white star flowers not unlike jasmine
    but without all the perfume,
    because it’s too hot for that…………..”
    Love that insight of the blooms and I
    love tomatoes fresh from the vine even without the saltshaker handy.

  4. This was so sweet and yummy. I loved the twist at the end and am obsessed by the fruit that lured me away from The Reader and over to finally visit again.
    Happy Mother’s Day Angie!

  5. This poem itself is as rich and satisfying to me as those tomatoes were to her. 🙂

      1. Thanks for asking – she was fine enough to be sent home on Saturday. It was a scare because she has scleroderma, and so all her organs are up for grabs, but after two days of testing, they couldn’t find a definite explanation for her blood clots. So, good news for now – at least she got to be part of Mother’s Day with our family.

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