Fin

Three year olds, really baffle me, they act like their forty, while still looking three, their angry and little, and cute as can be, while talking , some lines, like “I’m getting angry”, the bestest of friends, the truest of mates, they’ll walk in your house, no shutting your gate, they’ll eat all your food, and trump in your bed, they’ll walk through the garden, and look in your shed, they’ll eat all your cookies, and chocolate and crisps, no diet for them, no weight on their hips, My very best friend, my very best mate, my new year, my Christmas, my only date, my nemesis, my villain, my hero, my crook, my number one fan, while I’m reading a book, my duet, my author, my canvas, my page, my love gets stronger, and stronger with age, my mini little chunk, my mini little Thor, with every breath, The more I adore, without you here, I know this so clear, my life would be empty, and still full of fear, all that is good and all that is free, this three year old hero, called Finley