At ten months - sitting still is past
Each day he's learning a new task
And it's such fun
He gives great joy to Granny Mary
Although his parents now are wary
As Thomas crawling can be scary
He's on the run!
He abandons toys placed on the floor
Wasn't it Mummy whom he saw
Busy near the kitchen door?
Let's go and see!
In one month he has upped the pace;
To keep him safe there is a race
To put up barricades in case
He should roam free.
It's touch and tumble every day
As this shock of blonde hair likes to stray
His new skills take our breath away
He's turbo-charged;
His brain works overtime for sure
Life has come to mean much more
The world's his oyster – let's explore
Thomas – at large!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Fabulous. What a joy it is to be parents and to have this wonderful poem to remember this special time.
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