Recollecting the days when I was a young mother
with three little boys catching my apron
always behind me to places wherever I go
all very reluctant to go to school
when the day dawns each one would come with an excuse
one saying his hands are aching
the other coming out with a leg pain
while the last one would simply cry loudly
This had been my daily take off
while my second one pretty imaginative
one day came out with a peculiar strain
saying all of a sudden that his face is paining
having exhausted all pains and aches he landed on this
a very strange phenomenon and quaint excuse
Suppressing my smile I asked him
how could a face on the whole give pain
he burst forth with a vigour that shook me
finally had to yield to his pleadings
without any more interrogation.
