A guest I accept is now a test,

My home I now can have no rest;

But for my child I shall concede,

Her head muddled, the test exceeds;

Know not that it’s love I self forbade,

My wall of patience she escalades;

I love my child and am playing dumb,

For the test is afterall my daughter’s mum;

Each time she bites, I know her pain,

She needs the ego to keep her sane;

But I am human and I have pride,

For the love of my child I ride the tide;

Test or guest it’s all in the mind,

She has given me my daughter, I shan’t be blind;

With that straightened I’m the bigger man,

There’s no need for her to make amends;

My home shall always be my home,

For that is where my daughter roams.