Baby boy

To my beautiful grandson, Gianni

On the second day, the rain fell.

Siberian tiger in danger

Arab world still in flames.

Got to get up now, to rescue the tiger

Tell the Libyans what to do.

You just have to lie there looking cute.

Baby boy, l love you.

Rain is falling from an English sky.

Persistent it seeps into us.

It’s your heritage, sometimes, it goes away.

We do have sunshine, laughter and song.
Also, we have light and dark.
We have left and right, right and wrong.

Quite often, picnics in the park.

You don't know that yet, lying

In the soft orbit of your mum

Perfect and pink, in the hot room

Where sweet tea and nurses come.

Don’t take my baby away.

Your mum can be a tigress.

It’s a good thing, little one.

Her softness is the softest kind

Of soft to snuggle into.

There are birds, too. You’ll hear them sing

In the damp London trees.

On a February afternoon.

Got to go now, lot’s to do.

Baby boy, I love you.