Jessica Tenth of May

(the old ones are the best…?)

Jessica Tenth of May, we love you, dear.
We love the very day that you were born;
a time of year when you can always hear
birds sing echoes of spring across the lawn.

The time of year that follows, after spring,
when things are warm and fresh, not cold and blue;
when grass is ‘riz’ and birds will always bring
their young upon the wing, we’ll think of you.

A time in life, a time to make a start;
a chapter new, and time that we review
what values we hold nearest to our hearts;
and at this time, our hearts go out to you.

When mother dotes a while, on seeing you,
does father ever wish you’d been a boy?
I think not so, he’d rather eat his shoe
than alter you; it would subdue his joy.

When you had just begun, then, we first saw
how small you were, oh vulnerable one;
how innocent, how free, and very sure
of love that’s yours ’till time and tides are done.

Of family, so many words are spoken;
it gives us the strength when all else fails;
the centre of our universe and hope
to see a time, when common sense prevails.

How cheap are words, unless with purpose written.
Of your undoubted value, what is the truth?
Only that you leave us rather smitten;
the fairy cannot wait for your first tooth.

Remember, sweet and tender child, how you
are treasured by your parents, and that they
are much loved by their mothers, fathers too.
This is all you’ll need to find your way.

Of all the things in life you’ll ever hear,
that you will see and feel and smell and taste;
your love, your loss, with happiness or tear;
only family will save the human race.

Oh Jessica Tenth of May, we love you, dear.
We wish you all the luck you should expect,
but wish you more than just an oversized tier
of life’s lush cake, of things you can dissect.

Oh no, our wish for you is that you’ll find,
within the depths of your own personality,
the strength inside forever to be kind,
generous with your spirit and true to family.

© 2011 John Anstie

(Read the author’s commentary on this poem)

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About PoetJanstie

As a young man, John was fit and sporting. Playing Rugby Union for over twenty years, encouraged in the early days by a school that was run on the same lines as Gordonstoun, giving shape and discipline to a sometimes precarious early life. This fitness was enhanced by working part time jobs in farming, as a leather factory packer and security guard, but probably not helped, for a short time, by selling ice cream! His professional working life was spent as a Metallurgical Engineer, Marketing Manager, Export Sales Manager, Implementation Manager and Managing Director of his own company. Thirty five years spent, apparently in a creative desert, raising a family and pursuing a career, probably enriched his experience, because his renaissance, on retirement, realised a hidden creative talent as a blogger and poet. He also enjoys music, with a piano and a forty-five year old Yamaha FG140 acoustic guitar. He sings bass in three singing groups: as a founding member of a mixed voice chamber choir, Fox Valley Voices; a member of one of the top barbershop choruses in the UK, Hallmark of Harmony (the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club) and a mixed barbershop quartet, Needle & Fred. He is also a would be (once upon a time) photographer with drawers full of his own history, and an occasional, but lapsed 'film' maker. In his other life, he doubles as a Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and Family man. What he writes is autobiographical and very often pins his colours to the mast. In 2013, he completed an anthology of the poetry (including his own) of an international group of nine poets, who met on Twitter. He produced, edited and steered the product of this work, "Petrichor Rising", to publication by Aquillrelle.
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One Response to Jessica Tenth of May

  1. PoetJanstie says:

    I wrote this poem almost exactly two years ago, in celebration of my first grandchild, who is two years old today. I am very proud to be her grandfather and very proud of the way my daughter and son-in-law have brought her up.

    Happy Birthday, Jessica!

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