It is a precious thing to see
a baby born –
(An honour I hope you come to know)

Better still when the baby is
you; bursting forth
with such courage and conviction

blowing raspberries, and love, at me.

I watched you splutter and spurt,
breathe your first,
and step into your solidness –

an ethereal earthling with stars still attached.

And now I watch you grow;
the massive mixing with the miniature
the grand with the grounded…

I know I’ve loved you forever.

Botticelli saw you in his
dreams; and painted you

five hundred years early.