My lil poem to Mikhail

Ten little fingers, ten little toes,
One tiny lil "Parsi" nose,
Oh Mikhail you've suddenly grown,
Now into the world you've to venture alone.
Don't worry you're just off to play school,
not to fight or wage a  war,
but now you'll be away from "mommy" for over three long hours.

And in those three hours what's your mum going to do,
Well, she's going to chill and relax and maybe play a game of sudoku,
She'll read the newspaper, do her word games and crosswords,
listen to her favourite music and a few old time ballads.
She'll go for walks in the morning or maybe hit the gym,
It's high time she loses the flab and looks svelte and slim and trim.
She can bathe in peace now, which is indeed a luxury,
not shower in five minutes and rush out in a hurry.
She can do her cooking and baking without you coming in her way,
without any interruptions of football games which you always make her play.
She'll spend some time in prayer and meditation which she always wanted to do,
you're not there to distract her and make a hullabaloo.

Yes, your mum is enjoying her free time, she's spending it with ME,
but without you the house doesn't feel like a home,
it's too clean and neat and empty.