A Little Ditty on Discipline
Chetan Paul the Great
He really makes my nerves grate
He works from Morning till Night
On projects that aren't very Nice
He eats onions for his meals
and likes to wear my high heals
He gets up from his naps with a cry
and I have to hold him till his tears dry
There is no reason in the world for him to cry
He's just a bit spoiled, I tell you no lie
All day long he aims for what he wants
What Mommy and Daddy say isn't what he longs
He sure has a loud shrill
and he makes us play according to his drill
People say all the time
naughty kids are the parents fault
But we've never parented any one before
For the first time we've landed on this shore
we didn't know discipline would be tough
and now we're trying to mingle being firm with love
Where this will lead us we really don't know
And God is taking us through being high and low
But in the end He knows we're trying our best
We're struggling to raise this child with grace and zest
and we make it through each day knowing that in His arms we can find rest.
2 comments:
Its so wonderful to read your reflections-through critical but real- in a poetic form. It sounded funny but great. We just are amazed to read various dimensions of Chetan through your poetry.
what a cutie...this was really great...I visually thought about it and laughed. so nice to talk to you last night. I love you.sews
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