Diurnal rays dawned on my sleepy face,
Dancing far behind the leafy lace,
Divine muse woke me up from slippery sleep,
As though warming up my holy holiday flip.

My kindling kid began to scout n’ skid,
Up and down my shoulders around avid,
Flocking my head ahead aloud allowed,
Like chirping smiting fluttering bird

My sporting spouse was all-out for her day out,
Alone was I at home to bear the mounting brunt,
Lo, my tot twined me up beyond my pensive thought,
Like a planted creeper with its gripping knot.  

I was sized up in the race of cat and mouse,
Roundabout and in and around the house,
Up and down the stairs, no way to grouse,  
Hide-and-seek hit my day, hopeless to browse.

So cute, the little angel so called, acclaimed,
Rolled out dear dolls for games, proclaimed,
Lined up, pooled up and piled up, exclaimed,
Chuckled, moved and kicked a few unclaimed

I put him cool in bath tub more for fun n’ play,
And mustered respite and employed the ploy,
Lashed n’ splashed he, in bubbling boundless joy,
Unbothered to care color n’ carpet all the way.

I muttered and lured him out by bread n’ butter,
That towed the tired tot soon from the pitcher,  
I felt dressed down before I dressed his upper,
Impending melee is a funny guess, to feed a toddler.

The budding kid began hullabaloo in a big way,
Bolted my day and jolted my way by his sway,  
Fumbled and tumbled down in anger, all n’ sundry,  
In quest of his mom away and tossed me in quandary.