Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da!
Little one, you have arrived.
Your potential began
When two primordial genes unraveled,
Then fused with love into spiral chains.
Their infinite length holds your destiny.
Honor yourself and carry on.
Part of me is with you.
I pray my best will help you
Along the way.
Seek your quests with searching eyes.
Find them, take them to your soul,
And you will carry on.
You will find your path in life.
Oz’s yellow brick road spiraled outward.
So does yours from your birth point.
Enter life’s maze of choices.
Don’t worry, companions will guide you
So that you can carry on.
Who knows what lies ahead.
Joys or sorrows will be found
At the crossroads of life.
Seek the fire, find the Energy.
It will always sustain you
As you carry on.
My gift to you,
Simple and direct,
Know that Energy comes from within.
Your spiral chains tie the universe.
God’s connection too
Will carry you on.

Dad wrote this poem a few days after his first grandchild was born. Three months later his second grandchild arrived but he didn’t have the opportunity to meet the other seven!