Day 21: 28 November 2025

 Poem -- Mummy, Let's Play

We’ve folded the laundry.

The dishes are put away.

Little One coos, urging:

‘Come on Mummy! Let’s play!’

He lays on his play mat

Toys scattered around.

I pick up a ball.

It makes a rattling sound.

He tries to grab it, hold on

And then put it in his mouth;

But quickly the ball slips

And rolls to the ground.

We try again.

‘Somethings take practice,’ I say.

And hold out the ball for him again

Multiples tries are more than okay.

Then he rolls over.

It’s tummy time now.

He has toys and books

Out of reach in front of his brow.

He kicks and he stretches

Arms waving without care.

He lifts his head:

Active. Alert. And aware.

Finally we pick up

one of his favourite books.

Reading the pages

And under the flaps we look.

Our foreheads are touching

As we lay side by side.

He’s laughing and giggling

And I’m filled with pride.

What a wonderful little one

With which to spend the day.

I feel so blessed when he coos:

‘Mummy, let’s play!’