Bette Bavington Poet Roundel

What Happened

Little children don't understand 
What has happened you see.
All of a sudden they're an outcast it seems in their own
Family.
They're no longer held, cuddled, talked baby to so
They're confused as to how things changed over night
To throw them in to this awful strange land.
Then they are showed a little person who looks like one
Of their dolls except this one moves, crys, and gets all
Of Mother's attention first hand.
This child thinks what about me?
Little children don't understand 
What has happened you see.
The angel you left behind before you went in to the 
Hospital has on your return become a cranky, crying, 
Obnoxious, jealous,  and feeling usurped but can't 
explain why they have lost the upper hand. 
All of a sudden they're thrown into a new category, your
A big girl, you can walk, please use your words to
Communicate, and you get to use the big potty to this
Child it's a catastrophe 
Until big brother says it's okay. I felt the same way when
You came along honey bee.
It's how we become a family. It's all grand.
Little children don't understand 
What has happened you see.

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Jesse Zerlaut July 8, 2017 at 9:51 PM Bette, I totally can relate to this with my family. How did you come upon the idea? It's a good poem :) Bette Bavington July 8, 2017 at 10:30 PM Thank you. I have a lot of children. I learn from them and my granchildren.