“Her hands grew as tall as she could summon” Ma said slowly with a halt “She loved her rice with a drop of lemon And a pinch of black coarse salt” “She was pretty as a rose Stole everyone’s gaze No one ever bothered to look at her toes Because they were something to amaze” “Because her toes all pointed backward When she craved for a lemon she stretched her hand Until she touched the lemon tree in her backyard And plucked the lemon from the strand”