my baby lies down playing
on his little rug
he is too lazy to sit up
he is a little bug
he doesn't even crawl yet
although he's 9 months old
but he laughs and tickles me
and he shouts out loud
he shouts daddy all the time
and nanna, granddad, brother
but when will it be my turn?
after all i am his mother
you can also read this, as well as some of the others at thepoetsanctuary.net
ReplyDeleteThis one is dedicated to my baby son Francis. You can read "My Angel", a poem dedicated to my other son, Rhys in Dazzled by the Moon. Published 2003 by United Press Ltd. Ifd I ever find the poem myself, I'll post it on here!
ReplyDeleteThat's Dazzled by the Moon (West Midlands Edition)
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