Wednesday 20 May 2015

Calm

The peaceful calm
Of an empty room
Before you’re up
Before…Kaboom!

The floor usually covered
With scattered books
Toys inserted
Into narrow crooks

The sharp plastic pieces
That pierce your feet
Remain on the shelves
Everything neat

None of the frustrated
Tantrums and whines
Or vengeful looks
When I draw the lines

None of the tumbles
Or ungainly falls
That require a hug
When your crying calls

And I am left wondering
When you're not in my way
How I am meant
To start up my day


No comments:

Post a Comment