Power Struggle

Matthew is a cute little boy
at the young age of two,
the boss of the family?
It would appear to be true.

Watch out for the tantrum
bringing you to your knees,
but he has the best manners
a nice "Thank you!" and Please!"

I found out what he can do
with a shirt, he is strong,
thrown with such force
he had done nothing wrong.

His arm swung back the shirt
enough to mess with my eyes,
my glasses flew into the air
and I was caught by surprise.

Suddenly I was in a panic
and I couldn't see straight,
my eyesight was blurry
and my struggle was great.

I felt around in the grass
and looked with worried eye,
"Be careful!" I thought
then I prayed to God, "Why?"

I could smell the dog's mess
and my shoe knew it well,
then I found my poor glasses
in the grass where they fell.

I put dirty frames on
and was relieved with my sight,
I took Matthew in the house,
with his tantrum a fight.

He didn't want to come inside
but I gave him no choice,
the babysitter had spoken
with her "I'm the boss" voice.

There was a power struggle
and I almost lost the battle,
I sent Matthew's mom a text
because I needed to tattle.

I asked "Can Matthew be outside
if the door is open wide?"
she knew I would watch him
from the window inside.

By the time I got approval
from his mom on the phone,
Matthew had calmed down
and left me standing alone.

He was having much fun
with the dogs and his play,
his favorite toys amused him
on the morning of my bad day.