Friday 22 March 2019

New Feat for Isabella?

Perched on her haunches, she surveys
Assorted footwear; can she gauge
To whom these clumpy things belong?
Will Mum or Dad's feet put them on?

At fifteen months, the choice is vast
Isabella's pensive eyes now cast
Their gaze upon this pile of shoes;
None fits her, so - how can she choose?

It's a challenge she's not met
How soon before her ten toes get
Themselves inside some grown-up shoes?
Auntie waits to hear this news!

But, as far as I can tell
Though pulling herself up is swell,
She hasn't yet quite learnt to walk
But devotes her time to talk the talk!

(c) Poet in the woods 2019


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