That tomato

It was lunch time,
Family chatter inbetween the
Sounds of dishing food.
You were talking animatedly,
I was wondering who you are.
And the more you spoke,
The more I focussed on a fly
Sitting on the tomato on your plate.
A determined nuisance;
You would shoo it and it would
Fly back and sit
on the very same tomato.
And I wondered,
Why that one? Why your plate?
And to this day, when I think of
The end of us,
I think of that fly,
On that tomato,
On that day.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 5:
For today’s prompt, write a vegetable poem. I once wrote a poem titled “Tomatoes,” and that would count. If you want to write a poem about a specific vegetable, go for it. If you want to write a poem that just has a vegetable mixed in somewhere, go for it. If you want to praise or curse vegetables, go for it. If you want to play with the idea of vegetables, including a vegetable mental state, couch “potato,” and so on–well, you know, go for it.