A poem to celebrate the fascination of a toddler, before it disappears...
So there was I, cutting the grass.
And there was he, slapping the glass.
He was slightly forlorn as I paced the lawn,
Following me close with each pass
He wanted to see the machine
Making grass look so short and so green.
Delighted to see the big bin
Where dad chucked the grass cuttings in.
On the window he slapped,
Applauded and clapped,
With a very wide grin
He couldn't keep in.
I've never felt quite so adored
Doing jobs where I'm usually bored.
Feelings of great fascination;
A young boy's complete admiration.
I'll enjoy this, it won't last forever;
One day daddy won't seem so clever.
So I'll take all I possibly can
Of the innocent love of wee man