My mum is a quiet person,
A woman of few words,
But, that day a storm broke out.
I was rude to mum,
In defiance and refusing to listen to her,
She lashed out words sharp as a knife,
She threw a piece of her mind at me,
It was spicy, full of Indian curry and chillies,
I stood frozen, aghast,
Each word spit at me was the truth,
Ashamed, I muttered a quick sorry and fled to my room.
Her spicy speech gave me diarrhoea and I vowed never to cross her path again.
9/3/2021