Happy Birthday….
Every year since the time my daughter was eight I have been writing a poem for her. As she was turning 14 this year, I thought she was too old for a poem from her mom. But around 10 days back, she asked me “ Mom. I hope you started writing my poem for my birthday.” “Aren’t you too old? I asked her. Of course, not, she said I do want a poem for my birthday this year too And so I started penning now a poem and gave it to her today … of course with other gifts!! You’re fourteen years today, a milestone so grand You now speak in a language I hardly understand Baffling words like lowkey, skibbidi and sigma Your language for me is truly an enigma Sometimes your room, it makes me pull my hair in despair The clothes on the floor look at me and say “Clean up this room if you dare” Don’t know when those tiny hands always holding a book are now never seen without a phone So over the years, how did I change from mama to “mom” to “bro” Maybe that’s something I’ll never unders...