“Why are your books scattered all over the place?”
Yell I in my little ones not-so-innocent face
“Because I was reading them” she smirks back at me
“She’s incorrigible”, I tell my husband, quite helplessly.
And then, as I get ready to launch my tirade,
she moves rapidly, in a commando style raid.
Before I know it, the books are all gone
Vanished, disappeared, like the moon at dawn
All this done without a single tear or a whine
It almost feels like there was intervention divine
I look around, amazed at how pristine it all looks
and quite contrarily, long again for those scattered books.
Because, at the very moment, as I watched her clear
My mind jumped ahead to a time not yet near
When I will look around me, and find uncluttered rooms
Devoid of books, toys or her mysterious gear
And then I will wish she was there to lighten the gloom
With her mess, her clutter, her mile-wide smile,
Teasing, cajoling, laughing all the while.
So I call out to her, she turns in my direction
Wondering what will be, the next source of contention
I hold out my arms, “Forget about the muddle,
the heck with clutter, let’s both just cuddle!”