The Passing Place
New born baby, no sleep and my Dad’s birthday was fast approaching. There’s only so much time you can kill at 3am online shopping, reading parenting blogs and trying to work out if the little one needs changing, winding or feeding (again!). So penned this wee poem below for my Dad…
Celebration and jubilation
For on this day you are
But one year older, one year wiser
Happy Birthday my dear Papa
So the pondering starts of what to get
Of what trinkets you would treasure
Something for the racing car perhaps
Would that give you pleasure?
Or what about your feathery friends
Is there something they could need?
A thick braided button leash or jesses for you to tether
But without the knowledge you possess
We’d just be buying you some leather!
Don’t mention that fateful year
When a fishing trip seemed fitting
Upon arrival and inspection
The tackle was less than permitting
We know you like a tipple or two
Of the zero alcohol persuasion
But after a search on the World Wide Web
Nothing new could be found for the occasion
To find something you’d dearly love
Is all we strive to do
As your daughter you’d think I’d know it all
But unfortunately that’s not true
There’s a new kid on the block this year
He’s been 9 months in the making
The gift of life you might agree
Is quite an undertaking
He’s bestowed upon you a new name
A new job title that’s for sure
He’ll look to you for pearls of wisdom
Wisdom only a Papa can assure
Do we wrap him in a bow
Or pop him in the post
Matching outfits the way to go?
Ooo tartan finery for you both!
So inspired by your creative tongue
Of writing books and poetry
Years of hearing your wonderful way with words
I thought, let’s give this guy one from me!
Hop in that car, even bring an owl!
Don’t worry, we’ll pick up the plonk
We’d love you to come to ours for tea
Our door is always open if you want
Not so refined or as well crafted
But hope you like these words from me
Big birthday hugs being sent your way
From Andy, Noah and Lottie…