Picnic In The Park

Under tall spreading trees
Dad places bags to one side
spreads out two rugs. Mum
puts baby brother down with
relief. Turning one in ten days’
time, he’s a strapping lad.

Round the edges of the rugs
his grandparents and great aunts
seat themselves while his older
sisters cross the path, jump into
the broad shallow pool with all
the other lively children.

Meanwhile baby brother who
cried to Mum he was hungry
all the way from the car is
fed well then given a rusk.

Now he gnaws at his rusk
and sighs, watches the girls,
wishes he could join them yelling,
running, splashing, playing with
Dad in the pool’s excitement.

At home he rolls from his back
to his front to his back, then
right across the living room floor.

Now he drops his rusk, rolls off
his bottom on to his knees,
steadies himself leaning forward
on his hands, rocks to and fro
to cheers from his family.

“Won’t be long now !  He’ll soon
be moving along at top speed !”

Picnic In The Park

5 thoughts on “Picnic In The Park

    1. It was exciting ! The “family poetry is not real poetry” people must surely see young children even if they do not have their own. Do they not see the excitement in these moments ? one woman who also follows my blog commented on “Father And Son” that there is nothing like the gleeful excitement of a toddler’s excitement. I agree. Meanwhile baby brother has got his skates on, still crawling but probably walking soon – at top speed.


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