All of our children are sleeping.
while we’re stubbing our toes,
biting our fists, quickly creeping
around these furniture foes
That make me into a ventriloquist
Inflicted with a loud-noised injury.
I know that I can quietly resist,
But charming children wake to scream for me.
BonjourPoetry 
Great poem i really enjoyed reading it, well done!
Thanks for reading. God bless.
This is what I feel like when we spend a night in a hotel with our family. Cramped in a small room, the kids just fell asleep for the first time in a strange place, and then *BAM* I’ve kicked the dresser! 🙂