Amanda Bueno

There’s a problem a brewing, I know where it’s at. It’s inside mum’s tummy, Cos she’s getting fat. I’m moved from my bedroom, I’m kicked out my cot. I sleep in a big bed, That I don’t like a lot. My car seat is bigger, I walk all the time. Mum’s growing a baby, And somehow it’s mine? I cling to her legs more, Try to sleep in her bed. If I don’t get what I want, Then I scream instead. I gather my toys up, Follow her to the loo. She says it’s a playmate, But I’m sad and I’m