Words spill out of my mothers mouth Like a gumball machine Some are soft as cotton Others are as hard and heavy as lead It is all she feeds me And it is all I swallow Year after year She gets lighter And I get taller I flew across the world Tasted all different flavors And when I met strangers They’d ask me “What’s that sound” A jingle of my belly A rattle when I laugh A reminder of my home made meals And when I see my mother again She opens her mouth Out falls a small shiny