Thomas, now sturdy on his feet,
Makes daily progress and can meet
Expectations, when he's asked
In simple words to do a task.
As long as Granny points the way
Where toys must be put away
He hears the word-string – meets her gaze
And links the action to the phrase.
Like Echo in the sylvan wood
In Greek mythology, he's good
At repeating sentences he hears
Parrot fashion; his wee ears
Become attuned to human speech;
Some meanings can be hard to teach.
His Mum and Dad, though proud, must pay
Attention now to what they say.
His brain's a sponge, he hears it all;
A careless swear word may appal
When Thomas tries it out for size
He's opinionated – when he tries!
Comprehension now is where he's at
He speaks short sentences off pat
But at under three can it be true
He understands each concept new?
(c) Poet in the woods 2016