Food For Thought

Food For Thought short poem

Photo by Michael Stern

The things they eat,
The things they don’t
Makes us mothers mad
Crazy as hell
Yelling shouting high pitch
Stressful it is sometimes but then
What is worth is the fact
These little ones will learn
As time passes,
they need us less
As we have learnt
Through books through friends
First gorging on junk
We eat what is yum
Not listening to our caretakers
Then slowly as we mature
We learn whats right
And follow it in our diet
And tasty gives way to healthy
And now we are ready
To teach our kids
And our caretakers
What to eat and what to not
So they will learn
Slowly learn and grow
And teach us one day
Take care mummy
Of what you eat and what you should not!!

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