Poem #6: Ma's Margarita

Ma’s Margarita

One package frozen strawberries, one-third cup sugar
“Use less sugar; sugar and liquor don’t mix well with me,”
my mother says. One-and-one-half cups water,
good enough for me. I’m just trying to follow directions.
One-and-one-half cups tequila. Ma says, “Two cups.”
I look back at her. “Just do what I say.”
Four cups lemon-lime beverage. We got Sprite
downstairs in the fridge, I think that counts.
In food processor—not sure if we got one of those.
I’m gonna grab the blender in case we don’t.
Step two, combine—“Just put it all together, boy, mix it good.”
Ma insists I do it her way. I just wanna go to bed. I’ll comply.
Throw it all together and start stirring. “I think it’s done now.”
“I think you’ll get yours tomorrow night,” she snaps back.
Finally topped with carbonated beverage
it’s ready for the freezer. I’m ready for bed.


This was another fun poem to write. The assignment for this piece was to write a "found poem." Found poems are defined as "poems shaped from a collection of words or phrases found in one text." I decided to use my mother's famous margarita mix, while adding pieces of a conversation we had while making the mix one night.

I thought by mixing those two elements, I would have a poem that would be enjoyable for everyone to read. I hope that you enjoyed it. And yes, this poem has the EXACT recipe my mother uses. So use the poem wisely ;-)