Never expecting too much of life
Is like preparing to be surprised.
When all it throws at you
is bad news, it comes good!
Then you popped your head
above the parapet to say
Hello, it’s me, I’m here!
Where’s the milk bar?
You, one of many young lives,
a second blessing in a year
so full of unhappy events;
loss and degradation …
… a parting of ways,
the work of a generation to
bring us together, gone west,
now adrift, like the Marie Celeste
I wonder what will be, for you
in the midst of sheep-clothed tyranny.
We may have messed up
but must we leave you to fix it?
I wonder, in a house full of balls,
what genesis of talents and skills,
what genetics will course your veins;
mould your personality.
The perfect uniqueness you are,
will you keep them all in the air;
become a champion of …
peace and social justice?
What will light your fire;
what will bring you joy;
what will be your raison d’être?
Welcome to the World, my boy.
© 2016 John N Anstie
This poem is dedicated to my sixth grandchild, my fourth grandson, Kole George Nicholson. Born early in November 2016.
It is written in Free Verse.
JNA December 2016