Writing on The Wall

I recognize that twinkle

Shining in your eyes

I know that in your innocence

You’re the devil in disguise

I see the mischief in your smile

The writing on the wall

The pen marks on your fingers

The mandatory scrawl

The cries of

I didn’t do it

It really wasn’t me

As you close in for a cuddle

And climb upon my knee

My mood begins to melt

My guard now on the floor

How can I stay angry

With this child that I adore

I look around my living room

The belongings that I have

Nothing can compare

To this little child I love

I get a cloth and bucket

Wash it all away

Smiling at the mischief

Of my little child at play

copywritten@susanworrall/2015