Had the most momentous month - new baby in the family, such a sweet, sweet angel. We spent too long in hospital with him, but now he is all better.
I also went through our stuff in storage, upset about how much junk there was, and then finding the occasional treasure.
I found this poem I had written when my son was not yet 2 and we were visiting Italy -
In a foreign country
Warm with Mediterranean sun
We seek the cool
of the local museum.
In a fine dusty building
With its impressive courtyard
We carry the pram
Up massive marble steps.
Not giving it much thought
We expected the baby to sleep,
Or failing that, watch the people go by.
But he found another use
For the large empty rooms
And high vaulted ceilings.
As we rushed by golden works of art
Nothing could stop his enchanted chirping
As he experiments with the echoing chambers.
All through the gallery,
His ‘singing’ could be heard.
As I nervously hushed him
One more time
An older woman stopped me,
‘Il contento’, she said, ‘he is happy.’
And we walked into the sunshine smiling.
So happy we have a new baby in our lives... just magic the gifts they give
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