She scolds me,
Mama, still the spoons are messy…
Looking at me, with care
She use to say, “Mama, why you are becoming fatty?”
Oh, my young lady, you are the one
For whom I am always busy.
Tieing your hair, I often she
You are the one, who reflects me.
Every day your hundreds of questions and the most loving one is, “Mama when you’ll grow up, what do you wanna be?”
I say Mama grew up already.
Now the time is to look you growing happy.
Then she asks, “when I’ll grow up will you be able to recognize me?”
Of course my dear….
“But if I become Pikachu I guess you won’t
Stay as my mummy.”
Here is my turn to be surprised entirely.