Alphabet letters

She plays with her food,

Pushes it around the plate,

She refuse,

To eat the last pieces,

Then asks for pudding,

Even when she knows pudding won’t be given till she eats all her food.

Mother is tired,

And mother wants rest, all the time mother is tired and headaches pound,

Headaches feel like craters in the galaxy colliding,

Headaches feel like every smidge of light makes her eyes buldge, scream for a cover,

Alphabet potato shape letters are making the headache worse,

She’s just going to start screaming at them and is it worth the screaming?

Making her never want to cook alphabet letters again,

We’re running out of food options, and can’t just live off pudding.

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