Sample of Memoir

When I come home, which only happens for
Three or four days three or four times a year
Including the December holidays
I ask my mom to scramble some eggs for
Breakfast. It’s not that I can’t make my own
Eggs, but she has a skill to create the
Creamiest scrambled eggs you’d ever taste.
Mine always come with a sponge-like texture
I cannot shake or avoid though I don’t
Regret it since hard eggs tend to make good
Dinner entrees when I don’t have any
Other plans or food to eat on my own.

It’s funny when, where I live the people
Are typically concerned with animal
Rights, health issues or food content and would
Never touch a papa johns meat lovers
Or a bratwurst even at a tailgate,
it almost ranks as culture shock to see
my mom paste mustard on to two slices
and put a piece of baloney between
them. Since this was done at night I had to
ask for what the sandwich was, “my brother’s
lunch” for the next school day was her reply.
Charming how it was to eat deli meat
Processed from the leftover pig parts
But then again I eat hot dogs with a
Fury like none other so there is no
Place for me to criticize anyone.

My favorite Chinese place was run by
Two women possibly sisters although
Their faces did not have much in common
So they may have just been business partners
Regardless one of them decided to
Go independent and start her own place.
My mom was convinced that an argument
Had taken place but I cannot rule out
That it may just be an expansion of
The (family or not) business. I was
Curious about the new place so we
Satisfied my urges and explored it.
It was practically the same as the
Old place, with changes only in the staff
And wall décor. When I get Chinese food
I mostly get General Tso’s chicken
Or some lo mein or other dish but I
Felt like something diff’rent and ate a plate
Of Singapore mei fun. My mom, seeing
This followed in a similar fashion
And ordered some red coconut curry
Content with our modest leap into an
Intellectual obscurity, we
Enjoyed our dinner, paid a modest tip
And went to the store for some groceries


The bird inside the cage sometimes sings
His only friend past long ago
Never again to spread its wings