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Welcome to my Great-nephew Paul

Born 21 May 2017

Your needs are food and warmth and human touch.
No grown-up meal you’ll relish half as much
as now you savour each three-hourly dose.
But when you cry, we rock you, hold you close,
we pass the parcel, worried, mystified.
‘Don’t be afraid. We’re here. We will provide.’

Is it bad guts, or does some deep malaise,
some sense of cosmic vastness, hurt your mind?
With foolish songs we seek to ease the pain.
We show you oak leaves stirring in the lane.
You heed the wind chimes in the apple tree.
You’ve joined a world yet lovelier, you’ll see,
than that dark comfort which you’ve left behind.
So welcome, sweet enhancer of our days!