Avocado

I push my thumb into your leathery skin
Ripe, I slice, I peel
Bright yellow, bright green
Cool and soft
I don't taste much
But that matters not
It is how I feel
When I swallow you
And you fill me up
Salt and pepper or plain
Your mother bears fruit again and again
And I am thankful for you
For keeping me young
You feed my eyes
My heart
My hair
My brain
Bright yellow, bright green
Ripe, I slice, I peel
I push my thumb into your leathery skin