my appetite could have faded
looking at these once slim figure
turn full size women; wobbly moves
i can see mark of stress on them
even breathing is not so easy
because of the baby inside
i stand up and went to the counter
to ask for a box; i'll take it home
to renew my hunger on later time
a sweet smiling lady came to help
i didn't speak i just point at the box
she gently hand it to me. i said thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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