Aw Ma must I go?
I do not
want to make a fuss
But I
really, really have no intruss
Okay “in-te-rest”
– Aw Ma must I go?
We went
last week and now again?
You know
I’m miserable times ten!
Great-grandma
has a smooshy bust
She grabs
me straight into her for the hug-I-must
Aw Ma!
Must I go?
When will
it be enough to prove to you
That I am
a sweet boy through and through?
It smells
in that place there! No, Ma it really does reek!
Why must
I go and kiss her wrinkly, crinkly, papery cheek.
She,
Great-Grandmother does not even know my name
Eight
years she’s seen me and it is always just the same
Okay Ma –
someday maybe I will get my wish and home will stay
What is
that Ma? What did you say?
My wish
will be granted when she leaves forever? Any day?
I know
that is supposed to sad and guilty make me, my dear Ma
But honest – all I want to do is say ....bwahahahaha-har!
Okay, Okay! Don't make that face. I am getting into the car!
**** NOTE TO ALL READERS:
this poem was meant as a departure from my usual fare - light-hearted riff on some of the little one's
of today - who seem to feel no compunction about voicing their innermost (albeit 'bratty' hence the inclusion of Brenda's bwahahahahaha feelings) In no way is this writer endorsing such behavior:)
