i'm about knee high
with healthy dreams
looking at three fruits
atop giant guava tree
they're growing bigger
skin becoming shiny
i once told my mom
if i can have a bite
she smiled back
'wait when it's ripe'
next i'm sad it's gone
but i found it in my palm
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