MOOSH TO MINIMA
The mousse I made was distorted to meesai
The bread I hoped to make I missed as I overslept
The kids adored what I made
The dude was willful and clingy like a child refusing to let get off its mom
The poker I loathe is here and I get invited
I reject citing every reason and excuse annoying Tan
The boys run all over the lawn
I fret they'd ruin it before it is set
Dad watches me beaming and teary eyed
I wonder if I had done something amiss or was he caught in reverie
I place a request before my dude and cross all fingers
I wish we can stay at DII for two days
I hope it doesn't deepen our isolation from the rest
I am excited to be home for my Thalai deepavali
I wonder what me dude's response will be
Amma I know will make him feel welcomed and loved
Appas antics and divide and rule policy I dread
I hope Amma got her much needed rest
Hope Appa feels reassured of my nest