The Beloved Son Of My Mother (Poem)

His birth was God's gift,

As my mother likes to believe, 

Because when God snatched a son from her,

He was bound to return another one,

And that's how he was born,

The beloved Son that my mother adorns.

A feast was laid, 

With debts unpaid, 

Celebrations were galore, 

For the heir without any throne,

And the old grandma said,

He must be the only beloved my mother must adore.

One child was told to go,

So the god's child could be pampered alone, 

Priests were told to name him an immortal lore, 

He would rule the non existent wealth, 

Because grandma had said, 

That a son is the only way to reach god's abode.

He did outlast the previous one, 

Healthy, notorious, energetic and entitled, 

You never say a word against him, 

Because his mother believes everyone can be wrong but him, 

His mischief is laughed off, behaviour brushed off, 

Such is the beloved son of my mother.

Watching from the sidelines, 

As the other child, who wasn't the son, 

I do wonder what makes a woman love only her son, 

Despite the Jarring tantrums he throws, 

Perhaps, it will be a mystery to me, 

As he remains my mother's beloved son...