You shout out my name The volume makes my ears ring Unable to think. You shout it again This time louder and with force “I’m doing a wee” I shout down the stairs “I just need a wee, hang on” You shout out my name Again And Again And Again It sounds like you're ready to explode I walk back down the stairs Feeling anger bubbling away. "You knew I was going to do a wee, Why do you have to shout like that?" "I want plaits in my hair today" You say And I have to remember, you are 3 Living in the moment Is really what you do And what people spend a whole life time Remembering how to do it But it's very hard to think that When all I needed was a wee.
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