Perhaps it is just as well I can't actually see my new baby nephew in the flesh!

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I only say this, because every time I look at the photos of him, I want to cry. Heaven knows what I'd be like if I actually held him!

My sister and brother-in-law have been very good at putting up regular photos of him, which is great because before she got home from hospital I felt so cut off from his life. It should be a good record for him too when he's older.

I had intended to read some poetry today and work on a short story. I've managed the former but the pictures of my nephew have distracted me from from the second. Before I knew it a poem was forming in my head. And, of course, once started, the process cannot be stopped!

Anyway, I'm off now to type it up. I hope my sister will like it. She's not a great poetry reader and I'm not sure she's received the first poem I wrote for him yet. Still, whatever she thinks, if I can get a non-poetry reader reading a poem that has got to be good, surely.