Through A Child Eyes Poem by Susan Alldred Lugton

When I was almost turning five,
I thought my parents were quite mad,
They were up to something very bad
I'd put my hand up to my face,
And to my treehut I would race
In my oaktree I would hide,
With my eyes open very wide.
Later I would tiptoe out
and sometimes I would shout
You can't do that in my house
You must be quiet as a mouse
And they would simply smile and say,
we love you darling, go away,
And on and on and on it seemed,
Until one day a new thought gleamed
It wasn't really all that bad,
what went on with Mum and Dad.