• This is a sonnet to my son
  • The eldest
  • Not the only one…
  • His name is Nicholas
  • He is very cheery
  • And I love him so very dearly
  • A timely name for sure
  • As Christmas is approaching our door
  • When he was small
  • He’d sit on my lap
  • Wearing often a silly cap
  • “I’m hungry mummy”
  • He used to say
  • Every minute of the day
  • I’d fill him up with lots of food
  • And told him that he should be good
  • But his sister told we one day
  • He pinched her made her cry
  • And ran away
  • He was very cheeky
  • And always on the go
  • I told him you must be good you know
  • He played at being a ghost one day
  • And tumbled down the stairs all the way
  • He’d tease his brother
  • And eat more grub
  • In our house it was a busy hub
  • But he’s grown and very sensible now
  • Time goes so quick I don’t know how!
  • But on a visit to me does make me smile
  • The first port of call is the fridge
  • He stands there a while
  • Some things don’t change for sure
  • Our habits do become a law
  • “Im hungry mummy”
  • comes to mind
  • as in my fridge
  • My son Nicholas i find!