That child of Monday, now so big and brash.
Crept under my skin as an itch and a rash.
He was indeed so fair of face.
At 6'4 now.
With heart created of solid gold.
As he got old.

The child of Sunday, now 24.
Quiet and deep.
Hell can she roar.
Lives on a diet of chicken.
Her finger's she's always licking.

The young man of Monday.
He bounds like puppy.
Full of excitement.

The ****** was born on Thursday.
Her ****** was born on a Monday night.
Silent and still.
For a moment or two.
And then inside he grew.
She pushed him out, my did she shout.
She was so brave.
Moments without sleep.
In safety she keeps her newborn addition to the family.
A much cherished little nipper.!
(c) Livvi