The Kid
-Sky Summer
Every food that she saw,
Mama came into her mind,
She would smile and find
A coin in her little purse,
To give mama the universe,
Of her pure love and care.
A piece of bread on her hand,
Her pure heart and mind would land,
Into where her heart belonged,
Thus, making her stop and feel wronged,
When she took a bite and be fulled,
Without leaving mama a piece.
