Looking At Me

Ma! He’s Looking At Me! Make him stop! MA! He’s LOOKING at ME! And so goes life in the early morn. Two ragamuffins, in battle, and angry. He touched me! He touched me first! He’s looking at me! Here we go, again. Two children acting badly, as I stare them into submission, momentarily, amen. While cleaning up after breakfast… they’re now running through the house. Heaven should ever forbid, that they’d once, just once, be quiet as a mouse. The second they come around me, I step out clearly between them, in their way. Children can be exhausting in the antics, they find readily, that they can display. Now don’t get me wrong, I love them, as one just skidded into the dog, in his way. At this it’s a time out, and when finished different toys, in different rooms, horray! But life is never that easy, as one tries to sneak past me, while he’s on the attack. It’s just a simple bundle of energy, driving them, that, they never do seem to lack. But every day there’s always an answer, to every prayer, that I have ever sent. My sons had wound up the cats, and now are playing with them, till they’re spent. Yes, you’re right it wasn’t my sons, and yes, it truly was their playful little cats. Surely you didn’t think my sweet, darling, little children, would ever act like that? In fact, once upon a time, you know, that of course, they actually did. But they are past the terrible two’s now, and definitely more refined kids. But as they head out, to catch the bus, one barrels past the other to the door. Then he runs back skidding into the chair, as I hold the lunch out, he ignored. Then the other, gives a push so fine, to tell him to hurry or they’ll be late. But laughter rings out, as the girl next door, joins them, sweetly at the gate. CSEastman 2-11-2013 Contest: Maybe I'm Amazed