plum paste

i commit to the plums i did not plant

pluck | whack | gather 

fruit from the trees i did not plant

foresight highlighted her silvering hair - a grandmother to be 

awaiting the ones she would sleep on her knees

seeds were saved, sprouted, and grown

for the future generations left unknown

her hardened hands held tales as old as time

knuckles bowed in cherish of every dime 

walnuts, hazelnuts, and plums galore 

sprinkled across the orchard's floor 

if i do not use them, you see

Life wither away, just before me

i commit to the plums i did not plant

pluck | whack | gather 

fruit from the trees i did not plant

i cook the plums i did not plant 

boil | squish | simmer

plums from the trees i did not plant

soon it will be i who saves, sprouts, and grows

for the future generations i am yet to know

till then, my tastebuds cherish this sour plum paste

as i wobble my way into world a with much much less waste