English Poem 44: Mother Nancy

Nancy,
More often than not, you are fancy,
Though your ride on a horse sometimes bouncy,
Your posture reminds me of queen Jhansy.

You were there to hug me,
When I needed someone to comfort this skinny bone,
You were there to listen to me,
When I needed to share a story with a soothing tone,
You were there to play with me,
When I needed someone to compete with until I forget my own phone.

Your comfort was very addicting,
Your kindness was so astonishing,
Times we spent we were often refreshing,
Compassion you showed was sometimes admiring,
Games we played were mostly entertaining,
Even though I was tired of repeatedly winning.

May you live longer,
May you live healthier,
May your shadow never disappear,
May you find a game in which you are stronger.

I am not trying to impress you,
No need for me to flatter you,
I sometimes find my mother in you,
Can I just once call you, Mother Nancy? ...............................Satish