“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”