ARRAY OF FOOD

I wrote this poem while I was thinking about my mother(rest peacefully Mama)after heating up some food in the microwave. As my bowl sat before me, suddenly the thought came about how I still have no good restraint on how I take in my food. I still eat way to fast. The full realization hitting me of why it is so important to pace myself. Eating food growing up, everytime I ate something that I really enjoyed, I would pretty much "inhale" my food, is what she would call it. She was so hard on me. Yelling at me, hitting my hands with silver forks. Calling me mean names and the list goes on. But besides all that, I realize now. I am really excited to share this one! It came to me while eating haha. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.  Please, don't be shy to tell me what you think!