Complaints/Compliments

During a frustrating moment of motherhood,

I devised a plan to silence (even if temporarily)

the whining, complaining & tattling.

It's called the Complaints & Compliments box.

I keep it in the kitchen.

Once a month, I sit like a Queen, holding court.

As the scraps (formal complaints) unfold,

I dole out the new laws, the old punishments,

mend fences and break-up alliances.

And every so often, I might even find

a compliment in there, if I wade deep enough.