Trinity (in preparation for Sunday)

When the children were little,
and they wouldn’t listen,
they wouldn’t play nicely,
or tidy their toys, or eat their greens,
or let go of the poor cat’s tender tail,
I would say, “I’ll count to three,”

And every time it did the trick:
the cat was saved,
the sprouts were ingested,
the sprawling teddy bears laid to rest,
friendships mended and mothers mollified,
and all I had to say was “One …”

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