Late Night Glow-Up


4657 R.L. SHoemaker
4657 R.L. Shoemaker
United States

Me and my little sister all alone

Mom and Dad are not home

Empty stomachs howl in the night

not a crumb of food lays in sight


As I lay in bed I realise

I need to save us from our own demise

I find some pasta in the cabinet

And make way like a bandit


Now we sit down with our forks

Eating spaghetti like we’re in New York

Now we sit and now I know

I can care for my sister on my own




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My family
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