a poem of longing

there is a place
inside my heart
where I plan
a very special
dance
of joy
for the day
when I don't have to
say

no
don't do that
hands to yourself
don't touch your sister
put that down
pick that up
put it away
stop
sit up
sit down
use your fork
stop that noise
not your fingers
not in your mouth
speak up
be quiet
down
now

and

the toilet is not a toy