~THE STRONG WILLED CHILD~
You tell me "Be Quiet"
"Sit down," "Obey."
You insist that I listen
To what you have to say.
You tell me "Take off
Your shoes at the door"
And "Pick up your clothes
From the bedroom floor."
You love me - you say it
Once in awhile,
But mostly you frown
Instead of smile.
I know you tell others
I'm a "difficult child" -
I heard you tell Grandma
I drive you wild.
We don't have much fun
At home these days.
It seems like you just like me
If I do what you say.
I guess I cause trouble
With most things I do,
But you can't send me back -
God addressed me to you!
~Cynthia Ulrich Tobias