Felix holds my hand as we walk along;
His little soft fingers curled inside mine.
He loves to swing between his mummy and me
Then sag like a rag laughing and chatting.
He spies a car he particularly likes
When it disappears out of sight
He can’t understand why his mother can’t beckon it back
So we talk of other things, like bricks to stack.
Felix remembers all his friends names, from nursery.
And regales with glee his morning to me.
He is happy returning home to have his lunch
When his food falls on the floor
Holly the dog, is happy Felix’s lunch to munch.