Welcome, Little One (for my grandson)

In the grey fleece of winter you came to our world,
Rode in on a sunbeam, slipped into the Time Stream,
So naturally, you have my attention, little one.
Your eyes are forever and real,
They will see futures I dream of today,
You will have claim to the family crest,
And will carry out our star’s mission,
The dust in your bloodlines,
Ancient and distant, well-traveled,
Persistent,
In the midst of the grandest of journeys-
It will call to you, guide you,
Like so many before you,
One day, you will stand in my stead,
Speak for us who will leave this world,
Represent your own history,
And, I hope, will do so proudly.

I will give you my wisdom, my witticisms,
And fill you with lore, with fine tales
Of your colorful ancestors,
I will teach you to open yourself fully
To what life has to offer
So you will always feel whole, and loved,
And fulfilled.

But for now, I shall coddle,
Pamper and coo, tickle and giggle,
And kiss your forehead.
Little one.
With so much promise,
So much newness,
A vessel alive, waiting to be filled
With all of my heart’s contents.