Lord of Chaos

I was in a mood as I left for work this morning, so Poetry happens.

All I survey

Is my grand domain

Laughter and joy,

Chaos and pain.

The coffee is spilt

Breakfast is burning

But the hands on the clock

Keep right on turning

No time to recover

The kids are awake,

Fix one small crisis

Another they’ll make.

I feel myself slipping,

My control starts to fray.

How in God’s name

Will I survive this day?

Frustrated raised voices

Words tendered in pain

Add meals and appointments

It’s all quite insane.

Kids shriek and they cry

They beg and they fight,

There’s just twelve more hours

Until its good-night.

But hell or high water,

Through happy and sad

Despite what it sounds like

Parenthood’s not that bad.

It’s hard to remember

It’s not about us,

But about the Littles