Those terrible twos,
that bring the blues,
bring the household such havoc.
That constant chase,
the unavoidable race,
two small hands that just must have it.
The up and down,
of a merry-go-round,
life's sweet little bundle of joy.
The toss and turn,
those silly rug burns,
and the consistent barrage of toys.
At a second glance,
he'll make his stance,
the words, he surrenders so true.
That moment you know,
you'll let it all go,
as he speaks 'mommy I love you'.
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/terrible-twos-testament/
