You arrived without a name
because with your mother's stubborn
aplomb you punched
your ticket into this world
when you damn well felt like it.
She says you look like our grandfather.
I see it too. The steadfast strength of a sugar tramp,
and your father. You are born
of the mountains and the sea. From
a deep legacy of kindness,
compassion, and human decency you draw. The world
bettered by your presence. Now sleep. Rest
to tackle the life
ahead. It will be magic,
just like you.
