Ode to the Porcelain Throne-by Sarah English
The throne of peace has been invaded
By my children three.
My sanctuary midst chaos
Is now a used-to-be.
Some how the wee ones have radar
That tell them when I have sat down.
They run to the door with lightning speed
Trying to knock it down.
A fight had broke out!
Someone's not fair!
I need chocolate milk!
He's pulling my hair!
I'm hungry and you're tho only one
Who is able to toast some bread!
I've fallen down, I'm bleeding!
And now there's a bump on my head!
Mommy! The chorus shouts.
When are you ever going to come out!?
We are waiting here, watching the door
And soon we will start to pout.
I sigh a goodbye
To these stolen moments alone.
A deep breath, a last glance,
Farewell to my porcelain throne.