This happened when I was five...
Food is love,
He said,
Buying me a Kit-Kat
Before school
Every morning,
Making me fat.
Every morning
We strolled through
Holland Park,
Where he would
Swing me round
Like on a merry-go-round,
One daily treat,
And I never asked for more,
Out of respect.
Even though any child
Would have yearned
For more.
I knew his word
Was non-negotiatable
And his love was
Unconditional.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-13 at 20:27
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Food Is Love...
Food is love,
He said,
Buying me a Kit-Kat
Before school
Every morning,
Making me fat.
Every morning
We strolled through
Holland Park,
Where he would
Swing me round
Like on a merry-go-round,
One daily treat,
And I never asked for more,
Out of respect.
Even though any child
Would have yearned
For more.
I knew his word
Was non-negotiatable
And his love was
Unconditional.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 542 times
Written on 2005-11-13 at 20:27
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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