Poem 9

A Plate for the Whole Family

Here, my boy,
have some food
have some joy
in a plate of spaghetti.

Here, my boy,
this is all for you
take my love and
this plate of spaghetti.

Thank you, mom!
But we are poor
so why do we have
a plate of spaghetti?

It’s your birthday, boy!
“What’s birthday, ma?
We can share
this plate of spaghetti!”

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