I Eat Alone

Poem

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I

‘Harry!’
My mom said
‘The dinner’s ready
come to the living room’
And I, a kid
like every single evening
quietly took my plate
found a quiet place
to read my book
Treasure Island by
Robert Louis Stevenson
which made my eyes
sparkle
and twinkle
as I ate alone.

II

‘Harry!’
My mom said
‘The dinner’s ready’
And I, a teen
like every single evening
just looked at
my phone
and quietly took my plate
barely knew what I ate
lights flashing in
my eyes
sparked
and twinkled
as I ate alone.

III

‘Ding!’
The oven says
The dinner’s ready
And I,
like every single evening
quietly take out a plate
find any place
and eat…