Through Daddy’s eyes
A little boy is a gift. Just as
a mother robin protects
her nest within the framework
of the forest
so does a man for his son.
Little tyke, comfortably nestled
in daddy’s arms, asleep
coughing fit at rest
daddy admires his tiny nose,
floppy ears, high
cheekbones and wide brow
just like his own.
Life is love-
tenderness from
a father for his little boy.
As a baby robin adapts to
Nature, the boy too will become
a man, older and wiser
one day he too may gaze
upon his own son.
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007