My son is very naughty and hurt. Describe it in a poem!

This topic will be more appropriately described by limerick. See the original title as follows:

The child just started waist-high,

A lively, clever and naughty cat.

Jumping up and down energetically,

Yelling, in high spirits.

Yesterday's bruises have not faded.

I hurt my head today.

Tears welled up in my hands,

I heard that parents are on fire.

Pick it up and rush to see a doctor,

I hate it. It's hard for my son.

Looking back on your childhood and mine,

Look at my parents' white hair.

I hope I can help you and wish your son a speedy recovery.