“My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness.” Psalm 63:6.
“They shall not break a bone of it.” Numbers 9:12.
My mother got a far away look in her eyes,
remembering breaking the bones of chicken legs
and sucking out the marrow. So good it was,
so good. Blood isn’t kosher, but is marrow?
The rabbi didn’t know, but the kitchen lady
does. My mother’s face looked satisfied and hungry,
both. I eat marrow to remember her hunger
and her satisfaction. All those children she had!
Making their bodies took something out of her own,
slowly sucked the bone itself out of her body
leaving the marrow surrounded by cobwebs.
The doctors said her bones looked like feathers. One fall,
that’s all it would take, and she’d snap into pieces,
but she didn’t. She fell over and over and
never broke a thing, going out of this life with
with all the bits and parts that survived her childhood.