Parenthood

Bags left in the hallway,
Coats left on the chair;
Half asleep im tripping over,
Shoes left lying there. 

They're on some silly game again,
Making such a din;
Surrounded by the wrappers,
That just can't reach the bin.

Laundry pile mounted up again,
They must have tidied their room;
Thank goodness, that's saved me one job,
Tackling the pit of doom!

Off out they go to play now,
Peace and quiet kicks in;
But the day of cleaning up after them,
Only just begins.

But it all becomes worth it,
When they close their beautiful eyes;
They don't care I'm not perfect,
They just care I tried.

I'd happily clean a thousand pits,
Trip over shoes a thousand times too;
After all, none of it matters,
When your child whispers "Goodnight, 
I love you".