Buttered popcorn, pina colada,
Grape, keylime, chocolate pie,
All the treats in a Jelly Belly bag.
My mom's nose wrinkles
As she bites into the licorice one.
Carefully she picks around them,
Thoroughly inspecting each bite.
I take them all out,
Leaving her none to fear.
If only the cancer was this easily cleared.
Hospital beds will change,
Seasons will change,
But I hope I will always
Eat the licorice jelly beans.