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DINNER TIME (On the eyes of a foreign caregiver)
Eat, my child, please!
I begged
To this child I call ward.
As he stared
At his dinner of
Sirloin steak, buttered vegetables,
Mashed potatoes, a cup of milk.
“I don’t want to,”he hissed,
“Please, eat.”I insisted.
“Why?Why?Why?”he screamed
“So that you’ll grow well,” I said.
But I wish I could tell you this:
You need to eat, because,
I am being paid to make sure you
Eat this feast,
So that another child your age
Will also have something to eat:
A bowl of rice and one dried fish.
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ah oh.. yeah it’s right… i was deeply touched ..
to the author >>what a creative minds u have!
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