Poem: 20-4-2014

Ghazan Khan age 3
Airah Khan age  1
Nanno (me) ageless

GHAZAN KHAN

Nanno, why are you in bed all day and sick?

You know you have to do important things

Take me to the garden and play with me

How can you do that if you cannot run?

You will feel better when we play with the

Yellow ball! And maybe some mahjong too!

Airah plays with my books, tears them apart

This is not a toy! I keep saying, but

She doesn’t listen, in fact takes my cars

Motorbikes and tricycle too, then bawls

Whenever I snatch it back, I am fluent

You know, while she speaks baby gibberish!

The other day I watered some poor plants  

In the restaurant with bottled water

They had no flowers. I planted pretty

Primulas at Nanno’s gardening club

Took them to school, teachers gave three

 Stars for Fuchsias and Rhododendrons too

But seriously I do love my Nanno

Even though she is getting really old

She scribbles poetry in a small black book

When I ask her about what she’s writing

Poetry! She says! As if I didn’t know!

Older and wiser! When will they all learn!

 ©2014 April

Lalarukh Lasharie