whilst you`re young.
there's dust on the shelves and a stain on the floor,
There are ten dirty fingerprints glued to the door,
There are toys on the staircase and shoes in the bin,
Yoghurt pots on the kitchen side with the spoons still in.
The chocolate bars I bought today are already gone,
I turned a blind eye when you sneaked the last one,
Your dirty socks are on the landing waving at me,
Better get them washed quickly to get them clean.
Your cereal bowl is sitting patiently in the sink,
My once cream coloured carpet is now a shade of pink,
The setee cushions are scattered and the TV is on loud,
Cartoons are playing on repeat round and around.
The dining room is upside down the curtains all askew,
Which one of you did it I ask both of you,
With angelic faces you both deny blame,
So I decide to leave it, I'll sort it out again.
And as the day is ending the house is a mess,
But I'll sort it out later when you are both in bed,
For now you sit with me and we will have a hug,
A mummy daughter and sisters make it very snug.
You are only young once I don't intend to waste,
A single tiny second finding everything a place,
I'd rather sit and read a book and feed your imagination,
To help you carry on in life making a creation.
The dirt will wait until later on for now we can enjoy,
Playing with books and paper, even making our own toys,
Together can laugh and sing whilst you are both young,
Dirty pots can wait a while there are songs to be sung.
Vicki Wroe, 23. ©
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