Walk like...

My six year old
As you can see
Like his mummy

Is very bold
The right way round
Or upside down

The truth be told
He makes me smile
Once in a while

Breaking the mould
Egyptian stance
Slightly askance

Which he can hold
For quite some time
This son of mine

Thank you for all being so nice during my brief misery fest yesterday. Here is a jolly little ditty to compensate. Experimenting with rhyme schemes at the moment.

Tomorrow is last session then bye bye chemo hello fortieth birthday!