Please take 'her' with you...

Gr-r-r! Past twelve in the middle of
The night, blasting TV serials, at all times,
Hear her hoot? Pretend not! Don’t
You ever say, “Who?”

Stamping on my moans and frowns,
From dawn to dusk she rattles on
In decibels louder than waterfalls, I
Know not, what do I do?

You are cloaked in aprons, out
On seas, I bend double on my knees, for
Moments that I creep out there, I
Tremble at her string of ‘boos’

I know, she masters in menial dreams
Me, a naïve, on a narrow beam
Knotted to you, two summers ago, her
Shadows glued on to me, too?

Your next trip on that odd ship, I pray
Let me be, sailing with you, or take
Your mom, on those glorious trips, to
Teach her a trick or two