A jar of pineapple jam,
Is resting on the rack above,
In the kitchen.
Is hard for me to get.
Ma has made it after a lot of hard work.
It tastes nothing short of being made in heaven.
Now any (short) meal,
I feel the need for it to be eaten,
But it has been kept as a reserve.
Let’s hope someday,
I shall be able to bring down the jar,
And have some of it.
A Jar of pineapple jam,
N.B.- What if I bring a stool and get it down? Hmmmmmmmmm.