I am sitting here,
In front of my keyboard,
Waiting for
My first Grandchild to arrive.
I can only call him Junior,
For now.
He will be half of my bloodline,
Poor soul,
But,
I love him already.
I do not want him
To be a Nobel Laurieate (Though I would not object)
I do not want him to be a poet (Look at me)
I do not want him to be rich (Though I could do with the help)
I want him to be honest,
I want him to give of himself,
I want him to love his parents, (whatever their faults)
I want him to love this world,
But,
More than all of this,
I want him to be happy.
Junior,
Welcome.
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Owain Glyn
