Day 242: 7 July 2026
Poem -- Fruit
Juice mixes with drool
Running down your chin and hands.
Finally we found
A fruit you like: it’s cherries.
Juice mixes with drool
Running down your chin and hands.
Finally we found
A fruit you like: it’s cherri
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!’
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