Muuuum!!

Welcome to A Smile in Rhyme—a collection of gentle, rhythmic poems inspired by everyday life. Here, peaceful moments meet musical flow, and simple experiences become bright, lyrical reflections—always with a hint of warmth and a smile. Settle in, take your time, and enjoy the rhythm.

Mother’s Day is widely celebrated on the second Sunday in May in many countries to honour mothers, grandmothers, and maternal figures with gifts, flowers, or an afternoon tea or brunch at their favourite restaurants.

Sometimes we write poems to express our love and gratitude for all the effort, love, and sacrifices they’ve made for us. It’s sweet and lovely, even if it’s only once a year.

But what if we turn the tables and let our dear mothers express their undying love for us? Let’s see what they want to say to us after all these years. You might be surprised!

“For every mother who has ever tried to drink coffee while someone shouted ‘Muuuum!’ from another room, this one is for you.”

To all dear children and husbands,
Here’s what our mothers would like to tell us:

From the series: A Smile in Rhyme

Muuuum!
(A Mother’s Day Wishlist)

Another year.
Another day.
And a few more grey hairs
between chaos and love.

To the family I love dearly —

Despite the noise, the laundry,
and whoever left the wet towels
on the floor again,

your mother would like to say
a few important things.

This year, children,
after years of loyal service
and unpaid overtime,

I would like to announce
to everyone within hearing distance:

I want one uninterrupted cup of coffee.

Please stop shouting “Mum!”
from another room.

Bend down.
Look under your bed.
The missing sock is probably there.

And my journey to the bathroom
would be far more relaxing
if nobody shouted “Muuuum!”
through the closed door.

Mummy is having a timeout.
She would like to pee alone.

And to whoever keeps opening the fridge
and declaring,

“There’s nothing to eat!”

There is another name for vegetables.

It’s called food.

I recently discovered
a soft, comfy couch in the lounge.

Apparently, it is used
for sitting down.

So here I lie quietly,
staring at the ceiling,

resting beside unfolded clothes,
socks, and lonely undies.

And to you, dear husband —

Roses are lovely.
Chocolates are sweet.

But before handing me toast
and instant coffee,

did you clean the kitchen
and close the fridge?

And if you still believe
I possess magical powers
to find things you thought were lost,

my secret is simple:

I open my eyes.

And guess what?

It was directly in front of you.

They say behind every successful child
is a mother asking,

“Did you brush your teeth?”

a thousand times.

And behind the chaos,
the noise,
and the kitchen fire alarm,

is a husband making breakfast
while turning the kitchen
into a crime scene.

I love deeply
and lose my temper daily —

sometimes within the same minute.

But despite the noise,
the mess,
the missing socks,
and the broken sleep,

I would not trade
this beautiful madness
for anything in the world.

Happy Mother’s Day

Till next time,

Cheers!

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