Tip of the Tongue

Tip of the Tongue

Sunday, 23 March 2014

On My First Nephew

Welcome to the world, son of my sister,
  with great regret I am absent of thee.
So distant love is writ here in poetry,
  as I tell you of what your name does infer.
Zachary, to become a modern voice
  of a beloved King who threw down giants.
Bearer of your line, men in defiance
  although the last two are not of your choice.
A Boddy you are born of, without triste,
  the name you are given does hold much weight.
Endowed by your parents a beautiful fate,
  to be the beloved bearer of Christ.


NB: On the 21st of March at 6:30, weighing 7lbs 8 1/2oz my sister gave birth to Zachary David Christopher Boddy.
The 21st of March was World Poetry Day and so as I am attempting to resemble a poet I thought it apt to write one on behalf of my nephew's birth.
I looked into his name and the final line is an (simple) etymological translation of it and felt that it was a perfect focus for the poem.
The structure and name are inspired by Ben Jonson's 'On My First Sonne', a melancholy poem which I studied back at GCSE but has stayed with me. I think it is a beautiful poem, exemplifying the love for his child through dedication and although mine is a much happier affair I hope the love for Zachary can be seen too. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love it Pete! That's the first poem he has had written for him so you are ahead in the uncle stakes! It's not the first poem he's heard though, I memorized 'If' by Rudyard Kipling just in case the baby was a boy and recited it to him when he was about 2 hours old!

Chris x