The Story-teller

"Who, what, where,

and why, amma, why ?"

The only answer I have

often, is just a sigh.

Some times I am tired

sometimes I try

often at a loss

to the question "Why?"

"Who makes the trees?

Why is tomorrow Monday?"

A forceful argument you make,

when you call the night, day !

"Lola is not at the park,

she is not well."

Fact or fiction ?

It's hard to tell.

You live out your stories

whats real anyway ?

A new life I live

with you everyday 

Every morning new

greeted with delight.

The night is long gone.

The past has taken flight.

The grass is colored pink 

and the flowers are green.

I am Alice in your wonderland

I am living out your dreams.

You take me with you,

as you seek out the stars

Over the rainbow

into the jungles deep afar.

Someday I will look back

at of all our stories and think

Of how all these years

went by in a blink

But today is precious

and we have many stories to churn,

I am all done here,

Now, its your turn !

To Mowgli who regales us with his tales.

Love

Amma