AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

A Son Is Born

I place the peonies on the windowsill -
a perfect present for the new mum,
flushed and furry-eyed on the unmade bed.

A bonneted bundle lies in the crook of her arm.
He is small and neatly wrapped
as if he had been sent by post.

The new dad gazes at his little boy.
He looks younger than his twenty nine years
and still slightly drunk from the exhaustion of support.

Young Dylan Brendan sleeps contentedly,
his tiny hands curl and uncurl his dreams,
his mouth makes high pitched kitten sounds.

I find myself humming ‘The Water is Wide’
and nestling into my new name –
Grandmother.

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Comments (29)

Grandchildren are so delightful. I have two, when they call me granny it’s just wonderful. Nice poem.
I can relate to this poem Ali... being a new grandfather myself to my first grandson Marvin Jr. felt proud and joy.
absolutely alive with feeling enjoying life and capturing it well thanks for sharing not only well written but vivid,
A delectable scene rich with sonic and visual images. I try to consider how wide the ocean of our existence is and the song pours into my ears instead - same thing, really.
Alison......... Nestle into a new name.........very nice. Thank you, nice to meet you on poemhunter. Martin
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