A new boy named Peter came to our school,
A son of a billionaire,
But simple, polite and good at studies,
He sat next to me and we sometimes shared notes.
One day he asked me to go to his place,
I declined as it was dad's birthday,
Instead I invited him to our home,
Eagerly he agreed.
We are a close relative family with my grandparents and an orphan cousin,
Mum and granny are great,
They shate a close bond.
Our home is never quiet,
Full of fun, laughter ,debates,
Arguments and differences,
And lots of love, hugs and kisses,
Granny and mum plops kisses on my cheeks,
And will do so till they pass away,
With frequent visits from friends,
Neighbours who come to borrow eggs, tea or sugar or pop in for a meal.
On weekends sometimes we have outdoor barbecues,
My friend was amazed at the love, warmth and banter we shared.
After that he mostly came to our place and became one of us,
He told my family once,
I have a mansion, not a home,
I have a gorgeous woman full of herself,
Busy with parties, meetings and her philanthropic work to make an impact on society
Not a warm loving mother,
I have a billionaire tycoon who is mostly is not at home,
Not a father who has time to play football,
To talk to them I need an appointment,
My grandparents too are high society people,
I am rich put poor,
Thirsting for strong family relations like yours,
I am happy I got you.
24/5/2025