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Jan 2021
As a child mother fed me what she thought was best for me,
I had no choice though I sometimes rebelled.
As a youth I tasted platefuls, with varieties ,
My food, my choice.
In middle age I was mostly on diet,
Nibbled my food and exercised,
After all I wanted to stay youthful.
Now in old age my dear daughter-in-lawΒ Β is strict with my diet
I have no choice,
But if you see a light in our fridge it is me looking for that sweet something.
16/1/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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