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