Last year, I composed a series of poetic études inspired by fruit — bananas, guavas, mangoes, you name it. Most of them were divided between physical descriptions of and the social symbolism of said fruit. 
I couldn’t help but have a madeleine moment.
Just writing the word alone took me back to childhood when after grocery shopping trips, my siblings and I would rush to immediately claim one to two oranges each before my mum got to them; otherwise, there would be nothing left for us as she was, and still is rather fond of them.
All I had to do was close my eyes, and the words unfurled easily. I hope you enjoy my haiku as much as I did writing it.
ORANGES
my mother's favourite
she would peel and eat twenty
all in one sitting
