There is a snowman in my yard
that wasn't there before.
You see the boy would not be quiet
no matter what I said.
He promised faithfully that he would
not run screaming down the stairs again.
But not more than minutes past
before his mind would design
some other way of making noise.
"Go outside," I would say, first pleadingly
and then more directively.
One cap gun set off too many
and then he had no choice.
And now there is a snowman in my yard,
and I am sipping tea in peace.