from a mother's desk ...

read something similar from the net and drafted this tongue -in-cheek one for my son ....

I will be a naughty old lady a naughty old lady would be I

and that would be my settlement just incase you are wondering, why!

Someday when I would be very old, fragile and petite

I would come to stay with you to my heart’s utter delight.

At the breakfast table spilling milk would be my daily ritual

I would retch on the bread while you will feebly watch as otherwise it is cruel.

I would break a plate or a saucer just when you are too busy on a phone call

I will open my socks in such a way, you would wonder where it might fly and fall!

Pointing at several brilliant pills for my heart, for brain and another for the wheeze

I will ask numerous odd questions like how each one decides exactly where to reach!

I will paint your walls with color myriad whenever I am bored

to your shocked look I would cultivate all the innocent smiles that I have so far stored.

If you ever be angry and dare to scream or shout

I would leave the washroom tap open and sulk and would go out.

Whole day I would be glued to the T.V. without caring if you wish to watch

just for fun I would make faces and drolly squint in front of your guest topnotch.

Coming home you will find cans and half eaten packs scattered everywhere, ample

even then looking at my sleeping face you better smile and say she is such an angel!

Often I would be moody, lips pouting, hands on hips,

stare disobediently with screwed up nose and sniping lips.

I will be a naughty old lady a naughty old lady would be I

and that would be my pay-back just incase you are wondering, why!