a poem defining mumma daughter relation...

WHEN I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY MUM.

When i went shopping with my mum,
I asked her to give me money some.
Because i wanted to shop by myself..
I dint want any of her help.
her choice wasn't mine now.
and i wouldn't at any cost bow.
Because i'd grown smart and intelligent
and believed to have a better intellect.

I'd always listened to her in the days of yore,
and never did her anything make me bore.
She was everything, was my life's host.
She ought to be my best dost.
My mum meant the world to me.
With her i felt free.
of all the problems and plight.
and being with her was a delight.

Now, things have changed some.
Now, she is my estranged mum.
Now, we talk less often.
Now, seldom do i listen.
to her and her choices.
Because, for me, its always me n my wishes.
We argue, we quarrel, we fight.
For any small reason, after every brief respite.

Although, even now, I love her the most..
but now she is no more my dost.
Now, she caresses me less often.
But, i know, if i apologize, she will easily soften.
but what to do, its not my fault.
Even tough our relationship's come to a halt.
I'd definitely tell her everuthing one day.
I'd definitely apologize to her some day.
Because i know, i love her the most.
And she will always remain my life's host !!!!