New Mommies

They will lay their hands on me,

Then complain about me,

Everything will change,

I will depart.

They're packing my bags,

And wiping my tears away,

Feeding me candy and a new truth,

Shuffling down to meet my new mommy.

She will starve me each night,

Feed me flour for food,

Everything is dry, especially my throat,

I will depart soon.

They are packing me,

Telling me I'm lucky,

They found a new home,

Are you ready to meet mommy #13?

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com