A Rented Flat
Upstairs of a Railway Bungalow
In Mount Mary
I was only four or five
We weren’t Rich in Money
“There goes the Man with a Bike”
Screams my naughty “Self”
Mother knows to buy a Tea Bun
Only One, not Two
Little did my naughty “self” know
Maybe all she could Afford
She gave it to me
She took one bite
A bite from “My” Tea Bun
My naughty “self” started to cry
Mother wanted to stop her Baby cry
She took the Bite and threw it out the window
Maybe for a hungry crow
My naughty “self” cried a whole lot more
Little did “My” mother know,
I cried for not letting go
Not gifting her just one bite
One little Bite
From “My” tea bun
Don’t underestimate
Your little baby
Who may understand
A lot more than you know
– Nim –
A Moment with Nim! 