Onions and Tears

Slice
and cry.
I can’t say
why.
In place of
flavour
tears.

I
do not
know how these
things
work. For I
chose not
to.

But
I think
sometimes and
can’t
fathom still
why mum
cried.

I
wonder
if dad made
her
cry or if
onions
did.

It
is still
not clear who.
But
I’m blaming
onions
now.

Wildkhard [TA]