Thomas smiles, he's more than ready
Rugged up well, in bold check shirt
Another big warm smile can't hurt.
But Isabella plays it cool
She's chilling out, too young for school
Her cuddly onesie hugs her tight
She stares at Mummy, hand clasped tight.
Laid back in every sense, eyes wide
We wonder what goes on inside
That innocent, expanding brain
Cocooned and loved, devoid of strain...
Thomas, now at nursery school
Is learning fast, his brain's a tool
He watches Mummy and he knows
When she takes pictures – he must pose!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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