Это мама

Languages are my domain, in my utmost regard,
And throughout them, I must say, All of them are hard.

I got it one day, as a joke, that we must explore,
all of english's mother tongues, to see if it was sure.

Danish, Swedish, French, Romanian, we went through one by one,
Even though we couldn't speak them, we found it rather fun.

Then we got to Russian, after which Im named,
I translated a word without google, and she then Exclaimed.

"How'd you do that?!", "I don't know", I replied therein,
It seemed to fit, so there it was, and I pressed the pin.

CORRECT it flashed, and with a smile, she laughed beyond control,
Until then topography of the bed made her go front-roll.

"Your name is Russian, that it's true, but you're Hindi, Dontcha know?"
"So how'd you know what Это means, if through your blood it doesn't flow?!"

"I can't tell you," I did quip "Must be a Vladimir kinda day,"
And no matter how I ponder it, I don't know how I knew what to say.

I like to think it would be grand, to finish my Slavic education,
and call her my Другая половина without pause or hesitation.

I would do it, just for her, because of how she sounds,
When she laughed so hard, she nearly hit the ground.