Learning Food

Sitting here in this high chair,
Dressed with my bib on,
Looking at this food my mama made.
It’s bright-colored, smooth looking
I don’t know, throw it, if I want it.
She spooning and says, “it’s good, baby. Open you mouth and try it.”
So, I bat my eyes, like daddy says,
to be pretty and hope she don’t keep pushing it
But she don’t stop.
She says, “try the potatoes with applesauce.”
That word sounds familiar,
I’ve heard that word
“applesauce” before.
I taste it and find I can eat
anything as long as it has apple
sauce.