When I was in my naughty childhood,
Or maybe my cunning childhood,
I was really naughty
And maturedly cunning.
My mom
Had suffered a lot for me, then.
For I was not any simple kid.
That kid,
Always wanted his mommy
In certain special positions,
Or else he would cry shrieking.
Haha,
That was me -
Nge ngee...
Feeding me
Was the most elaborate
And dramatic task.
Extend me
A glass of milk
And I won't have that;
Let the world turn upside down
Or the cow directly ask me to drink,
I won't. Ever.
That was me.
But,
I have drunk many many
Many cups of milk.
Congrats to my dear mom.
She would set a cup of milk
Over the table
And move to the kitchen
To shout out to me
That there's milk over the table
And soon a naughty cat would have that.
Then, she would new from the kitchen,
'Meow meow myaaaooo.'
And then the hero enters.
Ed would run from the other end,
Slowly, yet suddenly,😉
Making not a feeble noise.
And, then,
It's a swish gulp
And a swift run back.
But, for sure,
My mom would see all this
Standing afar in the kitchen,
And would come to the hall and exclaim,
'Oh! That naughty cat!
Let me get it in my hands.
It has drunk my kid's milk.'
And, then
I would come
Pretending cool
And smile
That cheesy cutie smile.
My mom,
Now testifies,
That then
Milk would be dripping down my face
And, I would be standing as if
'Oh! That cat drank my milk.'
Hahah!
This is the case of milk.
To feed me food,
My loving mom,
Has to, but,
Tell any of my favorite stories.
A one hour process.
Now, she says,
How boring it was,
For her,
To repeat the same story
Thrice or more a week.
I love my mom.
Do you?
Just a collection of words, as I thought of my mom. As my mom recently shared many of my childhood scenes.
And, dears,
When I call 'dears' now,
There are just two or three to receive that. Yea, our Poems Exposed family lost many members 😢.
But, as long as I have at least one reader, preferably you, I will continue writing this book. 😃
With love,
________
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