By Julie McElhinney
Noise and clanging everywhere
Miniature me without a care,
Suddenly I realize it is far too quiet
As a contrast to the previous riot.
I know that girl is up to no good
Is crayon on the wall or scratches in the wood,
What are you doing oh silent one
I think you might be having too much fun.
I put down the laundry and cleaning bags
I turn away from that pile of rags,
To search for that hiding girl
With big blue eyes and blond bobbing curls.
I expect to find chaos with toys all a skew
I’ll try to stay calm oh yes that’s what I’ll do,
So you wouldn’t imagine my great surprise
To find you sleeping with closed princess eyes.