Thou art the image of thy Mother (peach),
The rosy apple of thy Father’s eye,
Would steal the breath a rabble-rouser’s speech,
Leave e’en nature fresh an envied sigh,
Thou art the cure the sorest eye relieved,
A sylph be of the finest beaus acquire,
None finer an achievement, I’ve achieved,
None more astounding greater I require,
Thou simply ooze with charismatic verve,
Thine utterance is music to the drum,
Thy graciousness far more than I deserve,
Far more than I deserving thee have done,
In years if tears would spoil your father’s spill,
I’ll know you loved me once and love me still.
Dedicated to my Daughter Elesa Lumbard (21st January 2012).