Much before that, he had learnt to talk,
To talk of things, things one would not notice.
He was an expert at it, he was no novice.
“Mama, where did you find me?” “I asked God for you.”
“Had you asked earlier, I would have seen your marriage too.”
No, it wasn’t funny. They were in a party then.
No replies. He got irritated. He said it over again.
“Your dad and I had to ask together. I’m really sorry son!”
“Miss Smith loves her son better, she asked for him alone.”
Miss Smith, a single mother and his mother’s childhood friend,
Rose from her seat in fury and was just about to vent
When suddenly, this kid I know, ran and hugged her tight.
“Please, adopt me miss, I will love you day and night.
You are stern but compassionate, that I can clearly see.
You are the best mom I’ve ever known, a better one is yet to be.
You raised your son alone, he tops in our class too.
He’s the luckiest son on this planet, because his mom is you.”
This was the first time that she had been appreciated,
Instead of being mocked and blamed. She was very elated.
This kid, I know, won her over with his thoughts and words,
Words of wisdom, which to even the wisest had not occurred.
This kid, I know, cured one more heart, a heart which had a block.
I wish I knew to do this too, to talk the way this kid I know, could talk!
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