This is poem is to a lady who’s now in the Mother’s club.
The first of many for Mama Bear from me, her precious cub.
It was seven months ago when we became three Khaunds.
Sorry about tipping the scales at five ounces and eight pounds.
When I arrived, the family resemblance was plain for all to see.
You kept smiling and laughing and daddy kept saying “Mini-Me”.
Now the time has past and we’ve become the best of buds.
You wash me, massage me, and change me, and put me in new duds.
You sing to me and play with me and read me stories too!
Like ones about bowls of mush and bunnies who eat broccoli stew.
You take me to visit my friends—you’re quite the chauffer service.
But any reason why they’re mostly boys? Dad’s starting to get nervous.
Sorry I sometimes scream or cry or throw my random fits.
And go for milk like Animal from your favorite show, the Muppets.
I thanked you in the best way possible, saying “Mama” instead of “Dad”.
I know the big guy understands, I just hope he’s not too mad.
I know where you learned this stuff because your Mom is just as great.
But when’s she getting me my onesie, the one that says "Hillary in ’08"?
Since every day is Iris Day thanks to all the things you do,
I give this one back to you—Happy Moms’ Day, I LOVE YOU!