A Woman's Poem ~~~~~~~~~~~~ He didn't like the curry And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't prepare the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Isn't there anything I could do To match his mothers shoe Then I smiled as I saw light One thing I could definitely do I turned around and slapped him tight... Like his mother used to do....!!:mrgreen: PS-forward by somebody, like to share with u all ladies
Hello, Cheer ! Serves him right ! But, can't help mentioning, easier said than done, in real life. Love & regards, Chithra.
I prefer this ending... Dear cheer I would love to end the poem like this.. " I turned around and hugged him tight the way his mother used to do.." Gandhigiri, the love method always works.. thanks for sharing a nice poem..so close to reality.. regards ambika
