At seven months what can I do?
Sit up alone and stare at you.
I can roly-poly on my back
And «advise» you when I want a snack!
I start to learn to think things through
Why, every day there's something new
Not crawling yet, but on the way
After my nap, I love to play.
My latest game does not please Mum
Who tries to put food in my tum
I can close my mouth and make her mad
Though I look a most seraphic lad.
Seven months suit me quite well
Not talking yet, but I can yell
Things are buzzing in my mind
It's just that words aren't yet defined.
(c) Poet in the woods 2014