by Shilo Dawn Goodson

Created on: April 06, 2011

Walking in the room,
I nearly gasp in horror,
What a fine mess the children have made,
Toys litter the carpet,
Games across the couch,

Stepping around each object,
I begin to contemplate,
What a fine mess the children have made,
Just an hour ago,
All their toys were put away,

We have guests coming in just ten minutes,
And this mess cannot stay here,
What a fine mess the children have made,
Hurry, hurry, clean it quickly,
Hide those behind the closet door,

As the last toy is hidden away,
I sit and begin to appreciate,
What a FINE mess the children have made,
For it means I finally have a family of my own,
Rambunctious, lovable children who are mine.

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