Ever since he started walking
I begun scarpering behind him to fill his tum
Sometimes by showing the moon,
Sometimes the stars,
Often I become my own droll until he belch
Nothing worked out to stop his hollo, defying to eat a bit.
A small girl with lacerated skirt walked towards me grinning at my baby.
Gesticulating various expressions
She made my tyke laugh!
As my fry jaded,
He fell asleep on my shoulders.
Keeping my fingers on the anonymous chin,
I said, “He slept! What magic you did?”
I spoke to God! She said with her eyes wide open.
What did you speak? I asked chuckling.
“I can’t have a mom like this, at least she dont throw the food in drainage, I prayed” the girl uttered.
Kneeling down I embraced her.
And the other walked away with her feast for the night
Both smiling graciously!
*Don’t waste food*
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