Friday, 7 February 2014

Thomas - at 1 Month Old

My nephew now is one month old
He is, if I may make so bold,
A pure delight, a little treasure
Though he allows his Mum no leisure.

He has passed the first survival test
And snuggles warmly at the breast
His eyes stay open more and more
The world is new – much to explore.

This tiny scrap is gaining weight
After a shaky start; that’s great!
He’s growing stronger every day,
Flexing his muscles is child's play.

Though blessed indeed with many clothes
The heat is such that few are those
That he has worn – it is too hot
The almost-nude look hits the spot!

His parents, keen to learn the ropes
Interpret all his cries; (one hopes!)
This isn't something one can teach
For Thomas – it’s his mode of speech.

As brand new auntie, I delight
In the knowledge that this tiny mite
Who bears our name, will one day be
A pillar of our family!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for your delightful poem Sarah, and the sleepy eyed photos of little TLS with your Mxx