This poem was written in December 2024, at Christmas when my son and daughter-in-law told us the gender of the bay they were expecting to be born in April/May 2025. As my first of what may well be many poems written to ‘baby lamothe’, this was my introduction of myself as her ‘grandpa’.
I know it’s early and that is quite fine
But thought I would tell you’re soon to be mine
Yep you’ll be my granddaughter, my little girl
Like that fine jewel, my beautiful pearl
I can’t wait to meet you, to hold you in my arms
Knowing that I will be a slave to your little charms
You’ll be a special gift, an angel from above
You’ll have forever my abiding love.
I want you to know that I’m there for you
As you grow up and for all you’ll go through
Ready to hold, laugh, dance and have fun
You will always be first, and second to none
I know I will have to share and take my place
But you’ll be mine when we’re face-to-face
You don’t yet have a handle, your own lovely name
But you can call me Grandpa if that’s all the same
Love Grandpa