Wild Child

There's fury in your eyes, as you scream that it's not fair,

You stamp your feet and clench your fists in messed up straw-blonde hair

You can't resist the urge to reach out and hit me on the leg

And despite your behaviour you continue to winge and beg

I wish you understood how hard my day was today

As I toiled and slaved at work while all you did was play

If only you appreciated the effort put into our tea

As I tried to eat while you took a tantrum when I turned over the TV

Despite how mad you make me, and how furious I felt

When you looked at me with those puppy dog eyes I soon began to melt

And even though I fantasized at the thought of just running away

Your tiny hands upon my face, make me want to stay

Of course you don't understand, I forget you're only three

One day when you grow up and you're in my shoes, only then will you see

But even when you're obnoxious, and impossible and wild

You will always be my beautiful, perfect, little child