One year ago or thereabouts
When frost and snow made life here bleak
A brand new little life force sprouts
And spends in Brussels one short week.
The parents-to-be were unaware
That a tiny soul was on the way
And future Auntie although near
Thought just two had come to stay.
But Thomas now is three months old
A lusty lad with cheeky smile
First clothes outgrown (or so I’m told)
Vast wardrobe for the laundry pile.
Brother and wife find time is short
As Thomas needs his own routine
There is so much he must be taught
Long lie-ins are a distant dream!
He’s well behaved, my Brussels sprout
With visitors from far away
And growing fast so there’s no doubt
Thomas is twelve weeks old today!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014