Thomas - at Six Days Old

A miracle has just occurred;
When he breathed so gently like a bird,
I held my nephew - six days old
Upon my lap – and I was sold!

With tiny hands and rose pink feet
And cheeky tongue, he tried to greet
His brand new Auntie who had come
To meet him in the sweltering sun.

In a singlet of the smallest size
His shock of dark hair hid his eyes
But he welcomed me to his new home
By smiling just for me alone!

A whole new wardrobe not yet worn
All chosen for this dear newborn
But the torrid heat is rather tough
So just a nappy is enough!

He’s learning, but it takes some time,
To suckle at his mother’s vine
Nature’s milk is now on tap
So he gets fed between each nap.

His parents, who are learning too,
Are sometimes not sure what to do
Each cry is different and unknown
Thomas’s language is his own!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014