I’ve had the text from your mum
In two hours ends the fun
I’m doing the washing up
Thinking surely too much
Starting to regret and punish myself
I imagine it’s not good for my health
You’ve been with us for twelve days
You’re going through a phase
It seems you’ve been punishing us
Fits, tantrums, sulks and stuff
Whatever your six year old mind can find
What are you going to do this time?
It’s been so difficult looking after you
Not always knowing what to do.
With the baby here it’s been a big change
For you it has to be a little bit strange
We talk to you often, try to explain
You rolling your eyes, us explaining in vein
I want us to get along, all together
But you change your mind just like the weather
I ask myself what can I do?
What is needed to help you?
Although it’s difficult and you can make me sad.
I’ll always love you cause I’ll always be your dad