Kids and chores

By timber

Wed, 29 Sep 2004

Screaming until I feel I have no choice,
Repeating words in a non-existent voice.

My expressions fall on deaf ears,
Fury is bringing me to tears.

No one is listening, no one cares,
No one knows how my heart tears.

I'm tired of vocalizing this rage,
Getting physical is the next stage.

Control is losing momentum fast,
I do not want to repeat my past.

Little ones do you not hear?
The tone in my voice should give you fear.

All you must do, is do what I ask,
With out making it a daylong task!

No quarrelling, no playing,
Just picking up and obeying.

That's all I ask of you today,
Just do it, and I will have no more to say!