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David Todman

I am Three

Where is mummy? Mummy left me and now I am unloved.
Mummy? My tummy's hurting, alone in the lighting section of Trewins.

I was warm and cozy. She held my hand and stopped cars from bumping into me,
but now everything has spikes on.

We were laughing at the paper lampshades and the toy kittens,
but since she went there are lions in the aisles and the shopkeepers smell of strange tigers.

I am going to be dead! The killer underwear department will suffocate me;
I will drown in an ocean of boxed golfing gifts.

I am scared to die, so I hold my breath and close my eyes and hope no-one can see me, except...
MUMMY! There she is kneeling by the teddies for a secret prize.
My tummy is already better.
I am three and still alive.