Hungry little kid
I ate a lot. Yes, I did
Small frame, big tummy
I love home cooked meals.
Of course Mom cooks the best food.
I don't like junk food.
Something simple, please
Wholesome, nutritious, tasty
Let me get a bowl
My Mom would ask me,
"Hey, what do you want to eat?"
"I want steamed peas, please."
Frozen from a bag
Canned or Fresh from the Garden
Boiling in Water
The smell fills the air
I lick my lips. I'm hungry.
Mom grabs a ladle.
She gives me the bowl
I run to go fetch a spoon
The table's ready
I get a spoonful
Chewing slowly, I enjoy
I love it. Thanks Mom.
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