Early Days

( a poem for the slow, lazy days with a little one )

Oh the early days
The lazy ways
An endless summer
Heat, all a haze

The cuddles, the sways
The looks and the nuzzles
The kisses & cuddles
Never cease to amaze

What a treat, a delight
What treasures alight
A mother
And her child

The mother who listens
The mother who waits
The mother who chooses
To slow down, give thanks

For the gift of her child
No greater gift on earth
Than to to be amongst those
Unmoulded yet heard

Full of life, love & passion
Full of smiles, laughter and vigour,
Brimming with intelligence, creativity
No agenda, no time limit

No rushing, quick, quick
Who wants to play
Sit down
To enjoy, be present, look around

These are the early days
The beautiful ways
And long may they stay
Indeed, I pray

Sophie

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