By the raised light of Thor at rainbow’s end
on first calendar moons of Mars - a son
born of this Earth and Time, and I portend
a new renaissance age is now begun!
From first kicks in utero and gorged teat
till long foretokened days for all to see -
so begin uncertain and incomplete
the eternal bonds of futurity.
O babe in arms, beautiful child, my vow
is to mind and hold - to acquaintance seek,
to feel soft against mine your heart and brow
and kiss those sleepy lids and milky cheek.
So hearken when tiny almond eyes peep
papa’s birthday vows - vows I mean to keep.
Written: March 2001
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