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
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