Thoroughly Poetic Thursday #1 2020

Today we join Two  SPOILED CATS 

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is today's inspiration and it brought back some wonderful members of
meeting these

Big M

In 1972 she was out of the playpen
the but the tree was in.
She had inquisitive hands.
It looked funny but at least it would not
fall on her head.
She was ready to go but her legs were slow.
She had wheels but was lacking skills.
Our hope was by spring she'd grow.
No worries though she traversed the living room
like a pro.
Oh that look of pure glee on her first Christmas
remains in my mind's eye to this very day.

Now a little side story to go with the wheels.
Within a six or eight months we moved out of our apartment into
our first home.  In front of the house was a wonderful flat, sidewalk that
went on for several blocks.  In good weather we were out and about on it
several times a day.  However, little Sissy was eager to try the sidewalk by the house.
It was downhill all the way.  She finally talked her Daddy into going down it with her.
He was in front as she peddled down. Oh was she squealing with delight.  Of course she wanted to do it again.  Her Daddy asked if she wanted to ride it or push it up the hill.
Those little legs were not making any head way up, so Daddy picked up the trike and she was walking beside him. Daddy noticed she was tired so he reached down to pick her up too.
She looked at her Daddy and said...

"Daddy this is steep hill and a heavy Marlu". 
Honest to goodness her exact words, she was about 2 1/2 at the time.
She was putting short sentences together before she was  18 months old.