Invisible
Sitting all alone, ont he other side
the berm of a train
crunching at the melting cloudy yellow
long fryums that go snug
around the fingers
with no sleeve place for guilt
of eating all by herself
not sharing at all
in rage, she will
throw the bowl angrily
if she got flewer slices
of comforting masticative bread
A mother, She awaits to share goodies with kids
She remebers waiting for dad every evening
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