A Poem On Hearts Which Surely, Do Have Souls Hidden Away Inside The Aorta Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

A poem on hearts which surely, do have souls hidden away inside the aorta
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
When I was in the 5th grade, for writing a poem,
My principal gave me a book, Cooking with Mother,
And taught me that having a bun in the oven
When not married, was not usually done.

She said that it would do to study
With or without a buddy
And go steady with boyfriends or husbands
And get graduation bands.

My mother whispered to me
Cutiepie, men have appetites that must be
Satisfied for they are winners, who bring bread
For my creed
Who are both following and leading wives;

And she said that if the way to a man's heart is through his stomach
The way to get to the bottom of heart and reach for my pound of flesh
Would be to look into the depths of my soul
And mirrored in this soul is my Psyche, I say;

Psyche says it is also about an "achy breaky heart"
And I say that three hearts are sure better than two hearts entwined together
As one for if two spells romance
Three reads a loving family.