Temper tantrum
Wah! Wah! Wah!
Kicking shelves.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Out of control child
has snapped.
Tired of trying to figure
out where the limit line is.
Is this fair?
Not really.
Customers watch him get
handed a reward.
Shocked that it is happening.
Wanting to say something.
Not daring to.
The community is not in control anymore
And people get angry much more easily now.
Wah! Wah! Wah! Bam! Bam! Bam!
It is not the expensive toy that he wanted.
He wants the one not in his age bracket.
The two hundred dollar Air Force 1 plane.
He insists.
And Mommy hands it to him.
What is happening here?
Who is in charge?
Who is in control?
He is three.
Is it fair?
Maybe.
If you want him to grow up
To be a giant baby
Who always bullies people
And gets his own way.
Maybe presidential material?
When I was young and busy having fun
I was occupied with growing up
Putting my mothers shoes
And maybe some of her rogue
Shinny jewelry was my favorite
As I became a teenager
I would revert to younger behavior
Testing my parents limits
In to my twenties
Growing up brought on newer responsibilities
And some brought alcohol hostiles
Then came motherhood
Sleepless nights and a sick baby
Growing up wasn’t so important
Sleeping was, because
Unlike childhood I couldn’t wait to rest on my pillow
Now I’m in a new age bracket
I like peace and quiet and I’m tired of racket
I no longer wish to grow up
In fact as each birthday passes
I find I reach more for my glasses
And I
Wish to be younger again
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