Madison

I wrote this poem about my grandaughter last year when she was just 2yrs old

Sweet and angelic
What harm could she do
I mean come on
She is only two
Dressed in pink
There was nothing finer
Untill I noticed
She had my eye liner

All over the walls
And the table too
OMG, whats that in my shoe
And there on the carpet
A great big splodge
That looked like something
Had been left by a dog

Her breakfast cereal
Tipped upside down
Now my smile
Had turned into a frown
Please don't touch that
It will break
Yes you guessed
It was too late

The broken vase
lay on the floor
Sticky finger prints
All over the door
My poor cat Sox
Ran up the stair
As Madison stood
with a handful of hair

She looked at me
with innocent eyes
As if saying to me
Clean my hands
No surprise!
So off I did go
To get Madison wipes
Five times in a row
To myself I did gripe

That took only seconds
But on my return
Mischevious Madie
was having more fun..
Up on the sofa
she'd reached for a pen
Saying look! madi's drawing
Now I'm counting to ten..

I got there in time
But my heart it did sink
What a thought!
My cream sofa
All covered in ink
Oh Madison I thought
Do you never slow down
Has she even noticed
My smiles now a frown

Well her eyes said it all
as she held out her hand
With her inner voice pleading
I'm young!...understand
Then she gave me a smile
That said all was well
But when I see her mother
I'll give HER bloody hell!!!

© Diane Heron