Baby brother is dressed up
to collect his sisters from
school at home time.
Great grandma knitted his bright
striped beanie, cousin Paul grew
out of the dashing dinosaur leggings;
little friend Oliver passed on the
jacket with Barney on it. The
tiny tartan sneakers came from
Sarah over the road, she’s at
kindergarten now, nearly a big girl.
Yes the big girls at school
will gush and coo and gasp
over him – he enjoys it already.
Mummy thinks he looks cool too.
Holding him on her hip she
tickles his ribs with her free hand.
He giggles and wriggles
wiggles and jiggles
chuckles then shrieks
gleefully, joyously
grinning from ear to ear
energetically, excitedly.
It’s a happy day today.
lifecameos 
Lovely!
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Thank you !. It may not be truly poetic, but moments like this are really important.
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No, it is poetic
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Yes. I truly believe children and babies can be included in poetry.
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But if you look in poetry journals (paper or online), there’s little or no poetry about them. They are missing a whole part of human existence.
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They are. Only people who look after children really see this, but they are usually too busy to write enough to get published. I see these children once a week and on family occasions so I get to see enough of them to get ideas for poems.
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I had a wonderful decade at home with my 2 boys. Hard work, a bit lonely, but so much fun and so many memories.
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And so important in the children’s own development. When I saw this incident one afternoon as a bystander I just thought it was such a key moment for both of them. They were so happy.
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