Sunday, 13 May 2012
From me to you Mam on Christening Day.
Mam, you inherited the name of your gran,
But you didn’t follow suit with me.
I know you don’t do predictable;
I'd hardly forgive you
If you tied me to a Christian name
You set me free in late October,
Free from your innerness of milky blue,
Free to stretch and yawn
And hear and see
And suck my thumb; like you.
You probably thought I’d be your image,
In temper and stand alone,
So you made me a Scorpio,
Let me share with Picasso,
And those five Demoiselles d'Avignon.
I’m Regan, I’m Royal,
Blue blood in my veins,
Like the middle daughter of King Lear,
Like my Dad, a prince among men,
Just Dada for now,
He told me I’d never know hunger or fear.
And Mam, you think this is your day,
A little ceremony, pomp,
Age old tradition.
Father Peter presiding, two grannies guiding,
Chorus of welcome to me;
You all believe I’m not aware
Of the jokes and jibes and fellowship true,
I’m Regan, I’m real, your flesh and blood,
You waited for me, I waited for you,
Thank you for life; this is my day too!