The you yet to come

First you were one

That start year for us

The birth, postpartum

Taking time to adjust

There were long hours

Up all night and day

Which turned into teething

Then your first taste of purée

I saw your first smile

You roll onto your tum

Then sitting on your own

Your first “Mama” and “Mum”

I remember you crawling

And giggling with joy

The sound of your cry

Your favourite soft toy

Then you turned two

That second year of us

The tears, the emotions

The making a fuss

You were walking by then

And asking me things

You dropped a day nap

Started spreading your wings

Then you gained pace

And an interest in shows

You’d put words together

Like your choice in clothes

You’d feed yourself

And brush your own teeth

But when you wanted help

My lap was your seat

Now you are three

And that third year of us

Has been and gone already

Without time enough

You’d stay up too late

And want to “come too”

You’d hate missing out

On the old or the new

You liked to play more

And tell others your name

You’d share your toys better

And join in on the games

Yet you’d still enjoy cuddles

Making sure I was close

I still loved that too

Probably the most

So here we are now

This fourth year of us

I’m not sure what’s coming

There’s no plan, as such

But you’ll keep growing

Learning as you go

Time will move quickly

And I’ll want it to slow

You’ll lead the way

With me alongside

Witnessing your next year

Which you’ll take in your stride

My darling I’m proud

Of who you’ve become

And I can’t wait to see

The you yet to come.