Our Robert needs to build a nest
For Mother, baby and the rest
There’s carpets, curtains, baby stuff
But can he ever do enough?
Robert ran from the car and called to his father. ‘It’s alright, son, she’s in bed and her waters have started - I’ve sent for the midwife. I thought you were her. It’s all happening faster than I remember. Where’s your mother?’
Robert jerked his thumb backwards and ran up the stairs.
‘In here,’ called a familiar voice.
‘This is my parents’ room.’
‘Yes, but even your dilatory dad could see how things were shaping up. Nice, isn’t it?’
He was glad to hear that she was very much herself and asked to see ‘this picture’. He was told to forget that as he’d soon be meeting the real thing.
‘Have I to boil some water then?’
‘No. Just sit down here.’
Robert took
