Full circle in Apollo's sun
12 months, 4 seasons - fully blown
A little miracle – our own.
Daddy's girl and Mummy's joy
Admiring Thomas finds you coy
Your little brain keeps secrets well
What stories it could surely tell!
Isabella crawls? Auntie's not sure
But you hold court on parquet floor
You've now been on holiday
Car journeys make you snooze away...
One candle on your birthday cake
That loving Mum is sure to bake
So sad I cannot be with you
At this celebration new!
As Thomas knows, in a big plane
Travelling from the wind and rain
I plan to come in a short while,
Meanwhile, I bathe in your warm smile!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
Angela with Isabella
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