My Kids
My house is quiet,
kids have gone to sleep.
Don't want to make a sound,
as time to myself is now a treat.
I can hear my clock ticking,
the t.v playing music.
My fridge is also grunting,
my phone i will not use it.
As much as i love,
all three kids of mine.
There all ganging up on me,
But these walls i will not climb.
It's three against one,
and that's not really fair.
I'm waiting for the day,
when i get my first grey hair.
16/11/2015
Copyright © Hayley Webb-Myers | Year Posted 2016
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