Say
hello to my lovely new granddaughter.
She
now has a name and it's Orla Kitty Cynthia Bruce-Havers.
Although
we have no connections with the Emerald Isle, Orla derives from Irish
and means Golden Princess.
I
don't know what I'm going to be called yet but I can't see myself as
(whisper) granddad. I may be nearly 62 but I still ride out on my
triathlon bike, I can break into a sprint if necessary and still have
all my own teeth (minus a few wisdoms). She'll always be my princess
as long as she doesn't use the 'g' word.
I've
searched for some baby verses and found this one:
From
private ease of mother’s womb,
I
fall into the lighted room.
Why
don’t they simply put me back?
Where
it is warm and wet and black.
Thom
Gunn
And
here's my own pathetic effort:
To
rejoice in the birth of my lovely granddaughter,
I've
been wetting her head a lot more than I ought'er.
When
she's older, this tale will be something I've taught her,
It's
better to stick to Ribena and water.
