Glorious Poem by Kerry Bridges

Strawberry blond.
Glowing.
Crawling and pointing - that cheekiest of smiles.
Knowing full well, naughty naughty boy.

As tall as he is.
High pitched and childlike.
Mesmerizing.
Hard work but, oh so, rewarding.
Crack a grin and all is forgiven.

Tumultuous times,
With a Yes and a No.
Who could know
Which way it would go.

Autonomous now,
Mummy went away.
Only to find that
That is impossible

Move Mou.

Kerry Bridges