Little brother came home from the
hospital to a comfortable wicker
bassinet, intended to be his bed,
where he spent time howling loudly
with pains in his tummy except
when he was in Mum’s arms
in the big baby feeding chair.
As he improved, learned to sleep,
settled down, he was placed
instead in a larger bed – a cot !!
In shocked horror he protested
loudly but to no available for he
inherited his tall father’s genes.
But those tall genes continued to
stretch him, in time he had to
move on. One weekend his parents
sold that cot on TradeMe, put
a bed in his room instead.
At first unhappy he became
reconciled by his bedside book
shelf where he kept his water
bottle for midnight thirsts …
… and his wonderful
fire engine lamp.