This one I hated it, when into school I walked
With a brown, paper bag lunch.
Oh, how I loved, that you cared enough to make
Me a lunch, deep from your heart.
Oh, how I hated, eating homemade food
Rather than the tempting, sizzling fries.
But the love, that dripped from each lunch
Made of unseen kisses, warmed me inside,
When others pulled out
Cold, icy, hard cash.
I hated the taunting laughter, that made me turn
As red as the lipstick kiss, on my napkin note.
But I felt the love, in your simple note signed
Wow, I saw the mom in you, even when you were upside down.
I hated the gazes, that followed me
With me and my homemade lunch
Yet, in my heart, I loved my tuna fish sandwiches,
Carved just for me, with no crust.
Oh, how I hated, when you said I was old
Enough to buy my own mundane lunch
But I found my love, my solace, my pride,
In walking into school with
A Brown Paper Bag Lunch.
