children

To my daughters …

April 6, 2015

There was once 2 girls so sweet,

Born close, so they could meet.

Held hands when they were small,

Helped each other draw on the wall.

 

Their smiles would beam as one,

Every day, they’d have such fun.

Together, side by side.

United, on life’s ride.

 

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Then they turned 6 and 7,

Hell is now what once was heaven.

Suddenly they’ve learnt to fight

And each one is always right.

 

“She took my brush” said girl 2

So what? mum thought, we’ve got a few

“And my band, the one that’s black”

Forget mum just got a 50 pack?

 

Girl 1 – “that hairband is MINE”

“Hands off you dirty swine”

And I’m sitting here all stiff

50 black, they know the diff?

 

Then it’s on for old and young,

I feel last rites need to be sung

Screaming, yelling, crying

What’s that? A clump of hair went flying.

 

This is no surprise from girl 2,

She’s tough as nails, that I knew

But girl 1, she’s a player.

And it appears, quite a stayer.

 

She screams and shouts so loud,

Mum’s feeling pretty proud.

I sit down and take a seat.

Just who will hairband defeat?

 

Ten minutes in a scrum,

No interference from their mum.

Girl 1 comes up with the band,

Clenched tightly in her hand.

 

Off she trots to do her hair

Girl 2 in tears, as I stare

“It was MINE” girl 2 squeals

I know exactly how she feels

 

“There’s 49 more in this joint”

“So what” she says, “That’s NOT the point!”

“Then what is?” I ask with dread,

“That one was for MY head!”

 

Moral to the story, so I’ve learnt,

Position in a family is born, not earnt.

Girl 2, take a seat

Your sis will always have you beat.

 

 

 

 

 

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5 Comments

  • Reply Di from Max The Unicorn April 9, 2015 at 11:49 pm

    LOL! What a great poem! Makes me glad I have a boy. Just kidding, I’m sure he’d fight too if he had a brother or sister. Love the pics of your gorgeous girls 🙂

    • Reply MumToFive April 9, 2015 at 11:58 pm

      I think they fight with anyone or anything Di! My first was an only child for 11 years and he would argue with his stuffed toys 🙂

  • Reply Lisa Wood April 10, 2015 at 4:23 am

    Oh that poem is priceless, and so spot on! I have five boys – and yeah they fight {mostly with fists which I am always scared they are going to hurt themselves} – our oldest two are now best friends, so I have hope for the other three.
    Love this poem 😉

    • Reply MumToFive April 10, 2015 at 4:25 am

      Lisa, I am in awe. 5 boys? How do you do that? I swear I would never ask that question, but oh my. Any plans for a 6th boy?

  • Reply Jessica April 13, 2015 at 3:37 pm

    What a great poem! I am dreading the fights between my two boys! :/

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