A Birthday For Mom Poem by Genevieve Surrender

I hear an accordian
playing from up the stairs
on the CD player
I recieved as a birthday present.

I hear the creak
beneith my feet
as I ascend
to the mid-level of our house.

Out on the counter
is cheese
wine
and bread, all french.

On the CD player
is a gleeful piece
that you'd hear
from a parisian cafe.

And there
on the stove
is a big vat of potatoes
showing our true heritage.

This is the part of my family,
aunt, uncle, mother and me,
who pretend france
is connected to poland.