To a child, a birth poem, from his grandfather.


I held you in my arms a few days after your birth.


Five visitors all got to have a hold of you,

And despite all the passing around,

You never made strange.


Five day old eyes,

The eyes of the ages,

Squeezed open to see who held you,

And then retired back to curled up milky sleep.


You are new and it’s all so new to you.

Outside of your mother’s womb,

Every first is there,

Seeing light, even breathing air.


You have my heart.


I am as Lugh, a wanderer,

Son of Cian of the de Dannan

And Ethlinn of the Formor,

An uninvited stranger appearing at your dawning door.


Many skills I have, many things I know,

Much I can rightly boast of,

Much I’m ashamed of too.


Many travels have I made,

To many strange lands,

Many things have I seen,

Things both beautiful and terrible,


But never one as beautiful as thee.


2 Responses to “To a child, a birth poem, from his grandfather.”
  1. tobias smit says:

    Thanks, pointman, we were at the birth of all my kids (well duh) and my grandson, It is a truly miraculous happening, the joy, the unreal positive vibes we’ll always, always remember, now slowly educating them ( I have 4 GK’s) is another miracle, it is truly a joy and keeps us going!


  2. Peter MacFarlane says:


    Especially nice to read on my grand-daughter’s second birthday.

    Brings a tear to an old eye, in fact.

    Thank you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: