Tidy Up Time

 DAY ONE
The living room floor
Is covered in toys galore
I must tidy up this mess.
Impress.

DAY TWO
Don’t clear away Mum,
We’re having fun
We’ll put it away later.
Procrastinator.

DAY THREE
Grandparents will be here soon
Why are your toys still strewn?
I suppose they’re family.
Practicality.

DAY FOUR
I’m starting to ignore
Then suddenly abhor
The state the house is in.
Chagrin.

DAY FIVE
Please pick it up
I’m sick to the gut
Or I am doing it now.
Disavow.

DAY SIX
I’ve stubbed my toe
No more saying no
We’ll tidy this together.
Countermeasure.

LATER DAY SIX
I love my floor
I won the war
And now they’ve gone to bed.
Glass of red.

Copyright  © Sophie Harrington (2015)

More Sophie Harrington poetry: Never Forget or Slow Down

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Never Forget

Your soft cheek on mine is divine.
The baby scent still there. Musty and sweet.
I breathe it in as I kiss your doughy cheek.
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Your little eager hand squeezes into my palm.
The inquiring fingers small and squashy.
You pull on my clothes to be lifted.
“Mummy, up. Mummy, cuggle.”
I must never forget.

I can make everything better.
Bump or falls cured with a rub and magic kiss.
“Better!” you exclaim.
Beaming, you slide back to the ground and patter off to play.
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You’re waking less at night.
I am grateful but there is a pang of sadness,
I know it means you’re growing up.
Our nighttime cuddles will end.
Always remember that I will be here for you. Forever.
I hope you never forget.

Copyright  © Sophie Harrington (2013)