My Candy Mess.

Mess is a child’s playground

A reminder of his fun merry-go-rounds

A place he knows he owns

For he can find each Lego piece as he goes

Please don’t touch or misplace a coin

“I feel great here, the World is my favourite Toy”

His mind is blossoming with beautiful thoughts

As he looks at the debris of his Fantasy War

He can relax here, “everything’s Mine”

The beauty of a messy place reminds him of the pony stables

“Oh, no! Mum is angry…. she wants me to tidy up!

No ice cream for dessert if the room is not done!

This moment I dread, for I don’t know where to start….

But once finished…. after an hour…

I will feel like a comics superhero!

I can start doing all those things I wanted

And I feel ten times more relaxed!

I don’t want to go to the circus, or to play Cowboys and Indians

I want to do my homework and get a great mark!

Then the neighbour can come over but she won’t untidy my place

Because mess is my thing, my footprint, my life’s race.”

So let the child enjoy it!

The End.