Oh ! My little darling,
Just added 4 to her age,
Was yelling, crying and wailing,
Was in a fit of rage !
Fit of rage, Not for a toy, not for a crayon,
Not for a chocolate, and not for pop corn,
But to put her shoe on, Which she couldn’t,
I tried to help, allow ? She just wouldn’t..
All through the car ride on the hills,
She threw tantrums with all her skills,
My attempts to calm her were inept,
The driver giving glances, challenging me on motherhood precepts.
Reaching the room, I tried the cartoon channel,
Tried to pacify her through the food funnel,
Simple splashes of water on her face, gave her the breather,
Respite writ large on my face, her hiatus was my biggest appeaser.