It has been a while. Life was frantically busy. A Creative Masters (Poetry) start at Manchester Metropolitan University, a weekly trip there for class, weekly writing and an assignment would have been enough. But then, Dorothea Aoife Ní Chlérigh-Lynch
was born on 25th April 2019, pushing everything else into the shade. And so, we blissfully welcome her into the world and into the family. She is a treasure, delight and a great house upheavaler! We are now a household of seven persons all of whom
are subservient to the new arrival, Dorothea. She, therefore, has to be the main event right now. There is more to come but for later episodes. As is in keeping with my granddad brief and aspiring writer a heralding is in order. Here it is, and, as usual,
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Dorothea Aoife Ní Chléirigh-Lynch
(for my granddaughter, born 25th April 2019)
A three-point seven five kilo
divinely edible; serene, comfortable
in her own skin – pink, soft and fluffy to kiss,
and unbelievably long-fingered.
How did that happen? her brother
is often heard to say – as she settles
into the adoring gaze of her family.
Smaller; trouble-free, easier arrival,
shaped even now by a name –
flashing image of a lost Aoife.
Has she been set up to fill big shoes?
It seems so, but she will
own person set her own stamp,
a trait of stubborn self-will
on both sides ensures it.
1st May 2019