Chapter 8 - The boy in the book

There was a boy who lived in a book
from my childhood days,
He was naughty, fierce, unruly
and most disobedient in his ways.

I used to adore him, laugh
 at his antics, clever and crazy,
I thought it was a terrific thing to be,
mad, genius and lazy.

That little boy lives in my home now.
He is exactly how I imagined him to be.
Spunky, adventure seeking,
trouble making and running carefree.

Everyday is exciting with him,
But every now and then I wonder,
Was, the only way to enjoy him in person,
to be this little monster's mother ?

I could have been his friend
and it would have been such a delight !
I could have been his sister,
he would make a brilliant ally in a flight.

But no, I had to mother him,
To bear the adorable with the rowdy
To be exasperated beyond reason
and still love him with every bone in my body.

That boy who lived in a book,
And my own childhood is now set aside,
This boy will live in my life's stories
I will recount his tales with joy and pride.


Dear Mowgli,
you crazy crazy child. we would not change a thing about you, even though we try so very hard to change you, correct you, temper you and soften you every single day.
Your very annoying parents.