Our Little Owen Man

Cherry

By Turlough

Fri, 31 Oct 2025
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Our Little Owen Man

 

Accepting the invitation

You came to our party

On Thursday afternoon

Round about teatime

Very punctual

Maybe even early

We’d just put the kettle on

 

Our ordinary day

Suddenly came alive

As you did

No cake no candles

Simply not required

Just the kiss of new life

On that happiest of birthdays

 

Delivered from the Cosmos

To Crumpsall’s infant ward

Tiny fingers, tiny toes

A pair of newborn starry eyes

Peepholes to a wider world

Where you’ve emerged a shining star

A son

A brother

Grandson, nephew, cousin

A playmate and a friend

 

All you had to do for us

Was get here safe and sound

And see how fast the love has grown

For our little Owen man

 

Image:

My four-year-old grandson Toby with his sparkly new baby brother Owen. Photographed by my son.

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Comments

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Very big congratulations Turlough - what lovely news and such a sweetie!

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thank you IPFN. And the baby's lovely too. 

laugh

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A lovely poem Turlough,

Congratulations from me too on the birth of a new grandson. Toby looks so happy to see his new baby brother, very endearing.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thanks very much Jenny.

We're all very happy. I haven't met the lad yet because he's 3,000 kilometres away, but I'm working on it.

Turlough

Submitted by celticman on

All joy is here (before the wailing starts). 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Enjoy the joy, as we enjoy the joy and my mate Joy enjoys it too.

Turlough

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Congratulations :0) These Grandad poems are so warm. I love them :0) Was it Toby you wrote that one about a few years ago? He looks such a lovely child :0) You must be very proud

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thanks very much Di.

Toby's an absolute little star these days but he's constantly worried because he hasn't got a pension and he's never been on a Jet2 holiday (television advertising can strike even the most innocent members of a community).

And yes, I wrote a poem for him when he was born four years ago. 

In fact it was this poem...

Baby Love 

There's a birthday one for my granddaughter Freya somewhere on the site too.

 

Turlough