Ode to My Child

 

Precious babe you are when you lay sleeping,

Eyes closed, far from this world, in new lands, dreaming.

 

And then you emerge without fail at the hour of five in the AM,

And though I slumber, you will drag me out of bed, I have no choice then.

On days when I am too tired to awake on your command,

You slap me in the face, you cry, you demand.

 

And once you have got what you desire you leave me be for a few.

How precious the minutes are when I am without you.

Until I am ready to do what must be done,

You attack, you plague me, and the wicked hours have begun.

 

I am at the mercy of the flying bottle, the flying shoe.

The tantrums, the destruction, the sh’ ups, oh lord the flying shoe.

And the infliction does not end until the very end of night,

When to bed you go promptly two hours past nine.

 

Precious babe you are when you lay sleeping,

Eyes closed far from this world, in new lands, dreaming.

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

poor poor marc! lol! i will save this for when he is older and give him to read along with the story of the raw ramen! LOL!
On a more serious note I agree that i like ur take on an ode to my child...what I like is the fact that even though u talk abt the tantrums and watever else, the part that says
"Precious babe you are when you lay sleeping,
Eyes closed far from this world, in new lands, dreaming."
gives the impression that u also take a break from being annoyed at the tantrums to just peacefully watch him sleep. :-)

[Constance]

Oh, we have something else in common! My daughter is four, a strong willed child. Who torments me the same way sometimes, but I love her more than life.
I like your alternative take on an ode to a child.
I'm proud of my daughter for her stubborn nature, for her assertiveness. It seems you are proud of your son for the same.