The child is over tired and in tears
The parents act the way they should with love
The poor boy's only been on earth some years
His sorrow now would shame a mourning dove.
It's hard to be a parent at these times
You have to try and understand and give
A tired child can often commit crimes,
But being human's learning to forgive.
I'm asking Brodie please to go to bed,
He's an eight-year-old exploring how to choose
He wants me to be angry but instead
I let him know I love him and refuse.
He yawns a bit, I tell him it's alright,
I lift him into bed and say "Good night."
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