Fruit shipped from Glendale (or a conversation with my Grandmother)

"Ay Dios Mio,
mira mi hijo
Titi Minerva had too much fruit- you know the ones
from China or Korea
Ah, they call them persimmons
She sent each of the sisters 20
I set two aside
   for you
They are not the soft ones
I don't like the soft ones, do you?
These are like apples, I don't think they are ripe, do you?
I hope the ones going to Puerto Rico make it,
I know that my sister in Colorado already got her's
Minerva just had to much fruit this year
and persimmons just don't grow
around here."

* First draft of poem and have never tried to mix English and Spanish.