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