Dedicated to the newborn child of my good friends, who happens to share my forename: wishing him every happiness, every simple joy and all the love in the world.
It’ll start with steps. At first, a waddle,
Wary wandering: but in time
Your doddling will become a doddle,
Your staggered gait will go sublime.
Those dreamy words which few can hear
Will take on colour, shape and form:
Soon speech will grin from ear to ear
And fantasies become the norm.
You’ll unlock books and all their song,
And they’ll delight in your young chorus:
And so, bright prince, it shan’t be long
Before your lyrics dance before us.
Take sweet time: live wide-eyed, beloved and mild
And all such loves will be your gift, sweet child.
Whenever I write a poem for a youngster, it becomes a sort of lullaby; and I’m reminded of a sweet and sincere song by Paul Weller, written I believe for his own son:
“Through your new eyes I’ve come to see
How beautiful my life can be:
And I’ll keep this wish this time, I think,
And blow it in with a kiss upon your head;
And I hope the world will heal itself
And our worn out souls along with it,
So that you will get the chance to see
A summers blue sky behind green trees…”