It seems now and then,
in a moment of zen,
I’m amazed to discover with glee.
That my children, they’re darling,
(those smiles, quite charming)
are no longer one child but three.
How is that strange, you may ask.
Well it’s been quite the task
to find time alone for wifey and me.
When every bright morning
I find them all snoring
Little bedbugs bundled with me
When there were none,
we would have so much fun.
For we never heard knocks on the door.
Then along came the first
(I was so happy I burst!)
and this brought me joy all the more.
But then we discovered,
while snug under cover,
that we’d grown quite the curious child!
“Can I come and play?
You’ve been there all day!”
I told her “No, please go play for a while.”
She wouldn’t relent,
though she came and she went ,
yet always her knocks on the door.
So you can understand,
when I’d done it again,
and we found out that there would be more.
I said “How can it be,
one more child you see,
did we manage with knocks on the door?”
And now there were two,
who knew what to do,
when Daddy, with Mommy, locked doors.
They’d pitter and patter
and grumble and chatter
and peg their eyes close to the floor.
“We know that you’re there!”
“I can hear mommy swear.”
And they rattled the door knob some more.
Well more amazing still,
(can you imagine the thrill?)
when along came the third just as fast!
I know how we did it.
We were alone for a minute.
And waited till the kids slept at last.
So now there are three
and outnumbered are we.
our moments alone, rare, but we find them.
We don’t lock the doors
and we won’t wait for snores,
we just find someone else to mind them!