Shiny red Sun-Maid box
Young lady in red bonnet wearing a smile
Holding basket of grapes with Sun shining in background
Inviting to innocent eyes
She points to this box very willing to experiment
Her father obliges
He lifts folded top of cardboard
Retrieves one dehydrated grape
Places it in her open and extended hand
Overjoyed!
She examines its dark color
Its every lump and wrinkle
Marvels at its imperfection and smiles
Her mouth opens as she places dried fruit on tongue
Taste buds activated
Joy turns to disgust
Sour expression and mastication refusal
Placing hand to chin
Spitting wet and unchewed treat into palm
Disgust turns to anger
She stares at father with piercing eyes
Without a word spoken
Communication transmitted and her father receives
My child tasted her first raisin today.
She will never try another.
New delight catches her eye
She points to bottle on the second shelf in pantry
Louisiana Hot Sauce
She desires a taste and reaches out
Does father oblige this new request?
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Wordplay 
The wonder of imagination and the treat of discovering something unknown. She may like grapes in 25 years, I did.
This was a hilarious moment in our day. Writing was easy. What I did not include in this poem was the what she said while I was writing. “No Raisins! No Raisins!” The rant didn’t fit the rest of the poem, so I excluded it. Now she has a documented description of this experience that she can read when she’s older. Thanks for reading.
OMG…hilarious…so are you going to leave us in suspense?
I would have…it felt like i was at the top of the stairs and as i read each line i was falling slowly into a reality that could have swallowed me and left me on the bottom of the staircase however i stopped in the middle of the stairs holding onto the bottle of hot sause making life grand again just as amorina
dehydrated grape. cuteness.
i can just imagine her scrunched up face. so funny.
i really hope you didn’t oblige the hot sauce! lol.