(With apologies to Julie Andrews and all Sound of Music fans)
TV antennas and connecting cables.
Little small figurines on outside tables.
Cuddly soft toys that can laugh and can sing.
These are a few of our now broken things.
Curtains ripped off from their hooks and their railing.
Little small boats that used to go sailing.
Windows that shatter when knocked by a chair.
Things that just happen without thought and no care.
When the tears start,
When the boy hides,
When he cries out ‘OW’.
We simply go searching for Andrew, our son,
To see what he’s broken now!
The family phone that doesn’t like floating.
A clock radio is also worth noting.
Big brother’s cars that move by themselves,
Now in the scrap heap because of our elf.
Smashing with hammers, ’cause that’s how you fix things.
Dropped from a height, or testing with drownings.
Checking the power points with the hair drier.
He just likes to play, he’s only a trier.
When the tears start,
When the boy hides,
When he cries out ‘OW’.
We simply go searching for Andrew, our son,
To see what he’s broken now!