Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches
Many children are picky eaters and I confess I was one
It's a challenge to many parents and not a battle to be won
For trying to make a child eat what they don't want to try
Can be a battle of wills and make all those involved want to cry
My sister and I didn't like peanut butter when we were very small
So when were given P and J sandwiches we weren't happy at all
We refused to try it and not a bite went past our lips
Our foster mother scolded us with her hands upon her hips
We were locked in our room, until our sandwiches were gone
Being just six and four it took us awhile before an idea did dawn
"We'll hide them between the mattresses and fetch them later", we plotted
We forgot and she found then a few weeks later full of mold and rotted
She screamed and she hollered and vowed to make us pay
Lucky for us our foster father was not at work that day
She never made us P and J sandwiches again, we were relieved
For the next time, sandwiches from her bed she would have retrieved
09/03/2015
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2015
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