My Mother

a poem by Tanushree Nair

When my mother is away,
   I feel very happy and gay,
‘Cause when she is at home,
   I don’t get time to roam.
She shouts and screams a lot,
   Whenever she is hot.
But when she is nice,
   She is cool as ice.
I want to win the first prize,
   To give my mom a surprise