Welcome, Welcome

Come, come you won’t get bored,
’cause I let you in my humble abode.
Promise I’ll keep your company to no end,
For you are my bestest friend.

There,
Greet my mama on the couch.
Worry not, they’re inside this pouch.
Her eyes and ears and tongue and hair,
Stored inside with love and care.

Look,
My little brother wants to play ball.
But, alas, he is useless than a clay doll.
His arms and legs, you ask where?
Oh, they are probably in his play area.

We are an odd bunch, now you see.
There’s also my big brother in his study.
He never comes out of that big ugly room,
“Scary things happen there”, whispers the moon.

Fear, oh fear, I see in your face.
Now I know you’re about to run a race.
Hold my hand ’cause you’ll be fine.
And don’t forget-
There’s still dinner left to dine.

– Rtr. Chamodi Peduruarachchi