Nappy Change Poem by Joe Hughes

He giggles as I smile at him,
His blue eyes all aglow.
I change his nappy,
Get him dressed,
The day's routine begins to flow.

So next it's on to feeding him.
His favoured porridge he must have.
A cup of milk,
Some pureed apple,
Another cuddle for the lad.

Today he's ever so good humoured.
Tearfulness at times will show.
He cannot speak,
He pants a lot,
When he needs to let me know.

He's no need to think of nursery
Nor primary school to shirk.
No mortgage bill,
Nor car to tax,
No plans to go to work.

I care, protect,
I nurture him.
For he's my dad - he's ninety one.
He did the very same for me
For I'm his only son!