*She often fails to listen to what I say
Quite a mind of her own
Therefore, I usually just let her have her way
Even when she is running wrong
Quite a scene she creates in some places
Where others attempt to rest
Often, I see such agitation in their faces
Shamefully, I confess
I am sure they think I should control her
Calm her spirit down
However, I think I will wait until she’s older
A much easier way, I‘ve found
What harm could come from holding out
On teaching her discipline
As you should hear how loud, she shouts
When made to wait to have her fun
Now she has started school, as have the notes
Sent home in her little hands
All those things her teacher actually wrote
I cannot believe or understand
Surely, my little angel waits patiently in line
Until it becomes her turn
Raises her hand before speaking her mind
So the others can hear and learn*
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
*She often fails to listen to what I say
Quite a mind of her own
Therefore, I usually just let her have her way
Even when she is running wrong
Quite a scene she creates in some places
Where others attempt to rest
Often, I see such agitation in their faces
Shamefully, I confess
I am sure they think I should control her
Calm her spirit down
However, I think I will wait until she’s older
A much easier way, I‘ve found
What harm could come from holding out
On teaching her discipline
As you should hear how loud, she shouts
When made to wait to have her fun
Now she has started school, as have the notes
Sent home in her little hands
All those things her teacher actually wrote
I cannot believe or understand
Surely, my little angel waits patiently in line
Until it becomes her turn
Raises her hand before speaking her mind
So the others can hear and learn*
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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