The
Neighbors
Locked their doors
They could feel the
Disturbance growing
Children everywhere froze
Staring at their plates blankly
It was a fate far worse than death
Strapped in high chairs, there was no escape
Mothers made them eat their vegetables
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2 and commented:
I thought this was going in a whole different direction.
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Kids will be kids, eh?
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Love it! Oh, those meal memories… 🙂
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I can only hope I was NOT this much trouble for my folks…
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LOL! What a fun Etheree. Are you enjoying the format? I’m still chuckling about having to eat your veggies. I was always fine with that as a kid. For me, it was that yucky navy bean soup. No way, Jose!! 😀 ❤
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Glad you like the poem… sorry about the navy bean soup. 🙂
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LOL! Some bad childhood memories. 😀
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This made me giggle. Does every child hate veggies? lol
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There is something here that makes us all come together, that’s for certain! ❤
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Oh yes, and it’s not turnips! 😊💛
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Ah, ha, ha! I love your etheree, Annette! I remember being forced to eat red meat as a kid. I would stare at it for who knows how long. Compared to that veggies weren’t so bad. 😉 xo
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That was my experience with liver… yuck!
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Yuck is right! :p
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