Sunday, 18 January 2015


I guess it's no one's fault
That I get that jolt
Of frustration
When you explode
Into one of your tantrums
Over the cleaning
Of dirty bums
Or the choice of
A particular book.

You are frustrated too
And have no other way
To display
Your annoyance.

I just have to learn
To breathe and say
You cannot always get your way
But down deep
I know that what I really need
Is sleep.

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