Our grandchildren
do not like grapes
when those grapes
have seeds.


When I was young
all grapes had seeds
and we had to learn
how to manipulate our mouths
by using our amazing
tongues and cheeks
to discern what
we didn’t care to swallow.


Spitting out the seeds
can be a nuisance or a pleasure
depending on one’s frame of mind
when grapes with seeds
taken from their vines
are offered you to chew.

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