Last month we become Grandparents for the second time to another beautiful little girl. We are overjoyed and full of hopes and dreams for the newest addition to our family. I wrote a sonnet about our first meeting.
Sonnet For A Newborn
Wrapped up tight like a Battenburg delight
full of sparkle; shimmering, zip, zing, ah
tingling sentimentality shining bright
eyed. Forward thinking, fresh cuppa char.
Comfortably cradled in arms swaddled
with love at first sight; beaming we coo.
An awe of admiration cram huddled
together; we fit snug as an old shoe.
I look at my boy stone dead on his feet;
undaunted, exhausted and proud as punch,
drunk on dreams of mastering the car seat,
noxious nappies and winding after lunch.
A good father he will be, I can honestly saywith certainty; so freely in his way.