You reach this milestone in bright sun
On Jan 8th, Thomas you are one!
Your crawling skills are now a breeze;
I’ve watched you grip on Granny’s knees
As you pull yourself up, look around
And reach for chair legs with a bound
Your sturdy legs now take your weight
Soon you will have a toddler’s gait.
But though you point your toes and stand
Smiling engagingly, a hand
Is always nearby to hold on
With stalwart nappy to sit on!
Auntie’s proud to watch you grow
Keen powers of observation show
Your mind is racing fast ahead
You hear your name, you turn your head.
So I wonder which skill will come next
As you clamber up, all muscles flexed
Will you walk or talk first, nephew mine?
It’s just a question now of time!
(c) Poet in the Woods 2015