I wish that life were free from trouble
But parenting has burst my bubble
My little boy who’s only 7
Keeps quizzing me on Hell and Heaven
An only child who loves his screens
He acts as though he’s in his teens
He’s partial to a hug and kiss
But schooling has been hit and miss
He says his class at school is loud
His ear guards were disallowed
I sent letter to the Head
And waited days for what she said
She was on Telly that same day
With other Heads from far away
We haven’t seen her since that time
It’s such a shame, she’s in her prime
Since she hasn’t shown her face
The deputies been rather ace
In response she called a meeting
After the day I’d taken a beating
I’d had an ugly mole removed
So walking wasn’t quite approved
The plan was to try and stay in bed
But off to school I went instead
I hobbled all way down the hall
whilst being careful not to fall
A hike that felt like half a mile
I hadn’t planned to take my file
The one I’ve kept on him since 3
I’d rather do the wait and see
We ‘d just begun, when someone knocked
Looking weary, troubled, rather shocked
A social worker on the phone
Acting like a dog with a … bone
The meeting cut short off I wobbled
No further along and somewhat puzzled
Eventually we reconvened
A plan for action so it seemed
His ear guards are now allowed
It’s little things that lift a cloud
He’s mostly better now they’ve listened
And just occasionally he’s glistened
I guess I’ll have to wait and see
But just for now, I’ll let it be
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