I have a new grand boy

I have a new baby grand

not piano, a little boy man

born as the church was about

to start the O antiphon. 


He brings the blessings to 13

an embarrassment of riches for me

a luckier Omi on big blue marble

there never, ever, never could be


It's hard or maybe impossible

to express the joy you are to me

for a kid who existed on sufferance

to be grandmother to so many 


I wish I had known way back when

when I seemed to bring no one joy

that the day would dawn and

I'd be given this shiny bright boy  


a foretelling of his star plus

12 bright lights with him

a prophecy of my own constellation 

would have lit those days so grim


days of winter with no Christmas

So little summer sun back when

Even Lake Michigan refused me

Nothing much to celebrate then


I had such big ideas, Cassius

the world was my oyster you see

I was smart and gung ho

but there was so much denied to me


horizons artificially narrowed 

my firmament shrink wrapped

it's hard to reach potential 

when your resources are tapped


Despite a major recession

I did push my boat out to sea

In the crappiest car on the planet

I made it to Grand Valley


I'd have liked to go further

but too few supportive family 

yet grandad said with pride that I

was the first to make university


I wish I could tell more about 

great Omis and Opis of your'n 

but I know so very little not

even know where they were born


Think of that, my baby

Omi never asked our Omi

it would have been so easy to

inquire about her nativity


Can you see, being closer 

to the womb than me 

why did I take for granted

they'd live eternally?


It's a sad mistake to think

that they'll all always stay 

They'll always be here for us

and never ever go away


I wish that was true, Cassius

If wishes were horses we'd ride

I'd ride with you forever 

If from passing time I could hide


So  ask your questions now

before I must fly away

I wish I'd asked my Omi 

She said I'd regret it some day



My boy, this is going to

a long away far ago time

and farther away than that

And you can't visit what was only ever mine. 


And as Kahlil says I can only

visit where you'll inhabit in dreams

you live in the place of tomorrow

and I sadly can't go there it seems


If this hurts anyone let it

be me and never you, I hope           

you're a fine strong man if ever

you read these words that I wrote


Love, to my future man from back then Omi



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