( for Aidan Llewellyn my grandson on his 2nd birthday)
Without language yet,
he follows footprints in the sand,
hopping, skipping and jumping,
a moving spirit of the earth,
rising and falling by the seas edge,
with bright eyes, his curiosity does not rest,
running across sandy beach, in boundless joy,
lost in a landscape of play and dreams.
A swashbuckling cavalier of Peace,
marching along the oceans edge,
we will serve him, as long as he needs,
under the sky and ebbing tides,
walk alongside, his determined grace,
sparkling as spring awakes.
No compass guides this great adventurer,
what sweeter cadence can there be than this,
this innocent soul, protected by love,
who stops for a moment to watch the waves
rushing by,
filling us all with wondrous hope,
and though he cannot yet speak of freedom,
we will try and make sure, that it fills his heart,
day after day, year after year,
wish him happiness in every winding path,
here and now, beyond the corners of this topsy
turvy world.
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