Mother Earth expected your arrival
her hills and mountains tumbled into plains,
but fault-lines held for your survival.
She is made of you and you of her,
atoms and molecules indistinguishable
inside the organic life you share
now the planets, just like wise men of old
align to honour you, look down on you
and from the star-filled skies behold
their will, it is foretold, to bring us rain
to wet your head and yield a flowering
of joy that sings a sweet refrain.
You are as welcome as any life could be
the seed from which you grow will never die
and flourish for eternity.
© 2018 John Anstie
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[This poem was written for my seventh grandchild, and third granddaughter. The first poem I wrote, in this phase of my life, just over nine years ago, was inspired by the first of my grandchildren, “Jessica Tenth of May“]