Your progress, Thomas, sure and steady
I'm told, however, by your Mum
That though you clamber and have fun
Making your way up the stairs
The downward journey still holds fears.
I wait to learn that you can walk
And better still that you can talk.
Though audible, your sounds aren't clear
But music seems to please your ear
What hidden talents lie within?
You listen, taking it all in.
Until your thoughts you learn to voice
We, your family, have no choice
We interpret every want and need;
Soon you will be up to speed!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
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