Thwarted

Caleb didn’t get his way.
He howled.
I put him on the bed.
He howled.

Some time later,
He was quiet.
I walked in to find
Him standing behind the door,
Facing the wall.

When he saw me,
He howled again.

My son, none of us
Get our own way
All the time.

And if we did, we’d be
Insufferable.

Receive this training,
Unpleasant though it may be.