By Star of David
Date: 2013 Jan 18
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when my Grandfather –
      the Anglophile
– was alive,
I learned to eat (confidently)
with cutlery

and when my Mother –
      the Anglophobe
– finally arrived,
I learned to eat (awkwardly)
with my fingers

but with you –
      what were you?
– I learnt to carve (myself);
not even all 10 fingers
could close the wounds