I want to help you Mummy.

I want to help you Mummy,

He says with those big eyes.

I want to watch what you’re doing,

And ask you all the whys.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

I’ll pour the mix into the bowl,

I’ll stir it just like you do,

I’ll play my taster role.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

I’ll pass you up the clothes,

To peg along the washing line,

And flap against my nose.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

I can check our letterbox,

You might have to carry me though,

Cos I’m only in my socks.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

To put my shoes on right,

Except I don’t know which is which,

So they feel a little tight.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

When you’re tired and need a rest,

I can be your caring doctor,

I’ll give you every check and test.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

I can clean the windows too,

I don’t know why you need a cloth,

When my sticky hands will do.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

Because even when you think,

You’re messing up or doing it wrong,

I don’t want to miss a blink.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

Because to me you are the one,

The porridge maker of breakfast,

The bookish cuddle of setting sun.

 

I want to help you Mummy,

Now, more than I ever will,

And every time you let me,

It’s my growing heart you fill.

 

So thank you for being patient,

For slowing down so I can help you,

Because I won’t be little forever,

I will become what I watch you do.