tripartite

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