My pie

Little boy, new at school

Today my first lunch order

Brown paper bag 

Instructions written

Name, grade, 1 Meat pie

Nervous energy

Lunchtime bell

Out to shelter shed

Big kids bring the lunches

Wafting smell 

lunches bagged 

Box empty, none for me

Oh so little and alone

Tears in eyes much to bear

Wobbly voice

Where’s my Pie

Up comes teacher, hands me bag

Tuck shop found your lunch

Trembling Lips

Thank you miss

Sit down eat my pie

Andrew Ballard 



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