Terrible Twos.
I don't want to share
it's not fair
I want to have it all
it's my ball.
The tiny tot kicks and screams
sharing is not fun.
Tears a-plenty....sodden cheeks
pommeling arms scratch and pinch
as tiny legs thump the ground.
Drooling lips that sometimes kiss
runny nose ... a water hose
scowling ...red faced....neck veins taut
making mother's already edgy nerves,taut.
Time out......does not work
Take a nap....a mother's joke?
kneel in the corner....come again?
he will not stop...come what may.
Into your room..now...mother says
and walks away with much dismay
hoping the iittle boy will quiet down
but from below she hears the ugly sounds.
In his own time little Wayne
emerges from his room
and cautiously looks around.
I'm all done he says wrapping his arms
around his mother's legs.
Emotionally exhausted, she strokes his hair
and raises her eyes to Heaven and begs
for peace and quiet for a little spell.
I'll be good the little boy says
I'll share my toys with brother
Good boy says mother.....it's nice to share
but stops short at the sight of a new tear in his eyes
a sure sign of another tantrum on its way..
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