Packing Up Before I Leave Poem by Sanjeev Nanda

A bag packed,
I'm half-foot already out.
My mother stops me half-way
she said I forgot my favorite toy
I said I'm not a little boy
She felt disheartened at the sight of her child
all grown up and ready to travel
But she looked up nonetheless
gave me a peck on my cheek
"You'll never grow so old to forget a mother's affection"
and I broke down after great retaliation
I wiped my eyes and took the toy
for a second there my mothers love made me a little boy