Inspiration

My tasks and duties as a supermom have increased, infact doublefolded. And so has my aspirations, expectations, and inspirations. My latest inspiration is my little boy, Raahil. Contrary to popular beliefs that after a baby one just doesn't have any time at all, all newbie moms will agree with me that the feeding time is the best time to pick up a fone, dial a friend and catch up a bit. And if you are not talking, you are dreaming. And as for me, I am turning a bit 'poetic.' Raahil inspired me to reinvigorate, or in simple terms, retry my poetic flair, which I must admit has been quite a weak and a meek attempt, but nevertheless, worth a mention. So here it is.

 

He wants to be rocked,

He wants to be hold;

He wants to be fed,

He wants to be told...

 

Raahil, its burping time, its napping time,

its play time, its feeding time;

But does he listen to mommy, naah!!

He is the king of his destiny.

 

I will eat when I want to,

I will play when I want to,

I will cry when I want to,

and I will sleep when I want to;

 

So as I go through the day with my arsenal,

that consists of diapers, pacifiers and changing pads,

bottles float in my dreams,

as I try to catch up on my sleep;

 

Babies are work, babies are hard,

But somehow they cajole in giving us a laugh;

I gleem in joy when I look at him,

He is afterall my honey and cream.

 

Yes, all I have done is tried to rhyme,

I don't have a natural flair,

But something is better than nothing,

Might tickle a giggle, a snort, or mere chuckling.