How does he do it? Just seven years old,
and already an expert at discord.
His blue-eyed glare makes parents' veins go cold;
he cuts down to the dark blood with a word.
With sadistic precision, lashing out,
he somehow hits exactly the right things
to murder my restraint--I twitch and shout
and twist, a puppet strangling on his strings.
I know one day maturity will come
as much to ripen him as rescue me;
so make haste, dotage, pull us safely from
this grim morass of young hostility.
And if I'm senile when the fighting ends,
at least my son and I might part as friends.
2 comments:
Bloody amazing how they do that, isn't it? I think you just need some more beer and he needs mor junk food and stupid TV.
I feel your pain.
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