Welcome to the world, Princess Charlotte.
You came in much the usual way, I think - no virgin birth, no spaceship, no pitch-soaked ark - and yet the world exploded in a flurry of joy:
She's here! She's here! She's here!
We grow rather too accustomed to babies
And prefer them neither seen nor heard
Unless, perhaps, filtered through Instagram.
Even I, with my three treasures
Clouded with the bleariness of caring
Forget the glorious weight of legacy -
But you remind me.
You carry in your small person the blood of a hundred stories.
As do I - and my own children - and every living soul on this impossible planet -
Mary begat Kathleen.
Kathleen begat Janelle.
Janelle begat -
Jewels strung on a line.
Your story is history
And something in your very existence
Reminds us that we, too,
Receive the past and pass it,
Blood and bone,
Into the future.