Hash brown.

Never would you expect a McDonald hash brown to make such an impact on a person, it could probably have changed her for her whole life. A poem of reflection that came to mind.

Sunday morning breakfast came,

The warm fresh smell of potato in the air.

Everyone rushed for it like there was nothing but crumbs left.

Each one gobbling it down ravenously.

Holding a golden warm hash in my hand,

I was excited to devour it like a lion and its precious find.

In that moment, darkness ensued.

A sibling asked for a portion of my treasured treat,

I said no.

You had your share and this is mine.

Mother heard and an outburst of anguish happened.

Tears streamed down her face,

Tears of disappointment and heart-ache.

Confused if she failed in teaching her daughter.

Tears streamed down my face.

Tears of guilt and self-disgust.

Embarrassed at my foolishness and stupidity.

Enlightenment came.

One cannot be like the lion,

Killing another to save its find.

Be a person who shares her everything,

Even if its something that you love a lot.

xoxo,

Amanda