I woke up just this morning, determined to be bright,
And headed for the shower before the morning light
Had fully cast its splendour, on all things great and small,
But then I heard a rumpus, beyond the bedroom wall.
The sound of toys being flung about – with large amounts of force,
Doors being slammed and insults yelled until their throats were hoarse.
You’d think a nation’s army had just been redeployed,
Rather than a ‘fall out’ between two headstrong boys!
And so, I ventured forward, much wisdom to impart,
My plan to help them rationalise, polite exchange a start,
And yet the scene unfolding was enough to make you faint –
A room in utter disarray, both children mid-complaint.
I tried to be the grown-up, all calm and in control,
But as the volume rose again my eyes began to roll.
With every accusation, a counterattack ensued –
My blood began to boil and yet the cause I still pursued.
I tried asking questions, to establish facts or fault,
But every time that someone spoke, it led to fresh onslaughts!
I prised my youngest’s fingers from around my eldest’s neck,
Yet still they were connected, but where? I’d have to check.
A punch was thrown, their nails dug in – it really wasn’t pretty,
And still the insults flew about, all moist and terribly ‘spitty’!
I used my strength to separate the writhing angry bodies,
All the while making futile threats to do with cancelling hobbies.
I sent them to their bedrooms for some quiet self-reflection,
And set off, once again, a calming shower my intention.
I let the water shroud me as the tension ebbed away,
There was still a tiny chance that we could salvage our day.
Once dressed and dry (with breakfast served) I spoke of the morning’s folly,
They ate and drank (half listening) no sign of guilt or worry!
I expected some reaction, some words, a gentle nod,
But all I got were sideways glances, a silent path they trod.
They left the table demurely as I tidied their things away,
And headed out to the garden, on scooters and bikes to play.
But before any time had passed at all their ‘friendship’ (recently mended)
Hit further subtle obstacles and the ceasefire promptly ended!
Plan. Evaluate. Scrap. Repeat. 