Calm Bomb
We thought the morning would be calm ~
Till daughter deployed the grandkid bomb.
The youngest makes a Wookiee noise,
And other sounds enjoyed by boys.
Greta's playing the matching game;
The floor: uncluttered before she came.
The oldest bikes through the garage;
Both it and he will soon need triage.
One's running, screaming, wants her "wadi",
And spending time on the potty.
But, midst the chaos and the mess,
I must admit that I'm pretty blessed.
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