My eldest finds crying,
The thing that helps him win.
But when he starts, I don’t agree,
And have to bear it and grin.
Sometimes I turn to shouting,
And putting him in his place.
It’s the only thing that stops
The tears from rolling down his face.
He goes straight to crying,
No attempt at negotiating or compromise.
I explain that adults do this,
For we can’t get our way by letting floods pour from our eyes.
Then I think if I cried every time I didn’t get my way,
Surely the world would be better?
We’d show emotions all the time
With our eyes getting wetter and wetter?
In a perfect world maybe?!