I just had another nephew born yesterday, so I thought I would put up a poem I wrote after my daughter was born and offer congratulations to the proud parents. If you think poetry is stupid or wimpy, I refer you to the title of this post. A few of my friends have also recently had children, so this one’s for you too. Here it is:
So few things gentler than another’s beginning,
Though, as I see, my own time’s thinning.
How many others have thought this before me?
Fathers and Mothers, a line drawn through history.
Were they full of greed-selfish, or noble and kind?
For us it is mystery, these lives led behind.
Countless were born, and then have old grown.
Soon disappearing, to the world they’re unknown.
Ours is not, to finish the race,
But set another’s beginning at a better place.
If you don’t like my rhyming skills, I also refer you to the title of this post and invite you to take part in it.