It’s WAR

It all starts the moment sun peeps out from his blanket,

“Wake up, dear, wake up”oh! Don’t moms ever tire?

Two minutes more, I plead.

It is a lost game I am trying to hang on.

I pull myself to floor, now it’s for brushing!

Oh god! I know it’s gonna be for a bath just after that....

She mutters angry words, she murmurs,

I go on my own speed.

It’s not that easy you see,

There’s newspaper to put your head in,

All with her hot cup of coffee to go with.

But, why doesn’t she understand that?

Wait, it has started all again, now it’s my shirt though.

She never hears as I plead for jeans all torn at knees.

Now what if I color my hair a bit here, a bit there?

It’s cool! But her head just boils over, as I say!

I throw tantrums, go on sulking,

Vowing not to speak to her ever, ever...

I run out to play....

As I fall down, my knees bleed, my throat aches,

This is a bad world out there....

As I return head down all weary eyed,

I see her standing there at door steps;

A smile passes my lips as I see her face,

For her I am the sweetest thing that ever happened;

And for me, you bet; it’s always going to be her....