Proctor

Jolly good days were gone, once again
Bidding goodbye to my son was a 'painful' pain
Tears were welling up blinding the anguished eyes.
At the airport, controlled was I to look like a block of ice.

Announced was his holidays and I turned crazy.
A drop down list was drawn to avoid getting messy.
Well in advance was planned a wonderful holiday.
With his kid-n-big cousins, fabulous was each day.

Fun-n-frolic was the theme of this rendezvous!
Riotous laughter was disturbing from neighbor's view!!
Wild roars and ghastly screams shook our cottage.
Scared was I that some limb may slide inside a bandage!!

Bully called 'my son' was sparing his only little niece.
His teenage cousin didn't mind it as long as he said 'cheezzz'.
This amazingly sporting girl enjoyed every mischief of his.
Back home, how much she missed his prowls and howls' buzz!?

Various card games were hot favorites of the group.
In to the cousins on his sides, my son would slyly peep!
My reprimands and scolding drew only blanks.
This notorious rag continued with his pranks.

Freaking with the gang, forgotten was my age.
The grand six were live wires with extreme voltage.
Enjoyment could cause exhaustion, I least knew?
Running out of energy, I could only "phew"!