[chrispenycate]

This might be a poem. I don't know what elseit could be

To a small human being who has recently decided (with some persuasion from a pair of forceps) to join us in this vale of tears.

Grandmothers
The wisdom that augments, completes, instinctive care
Experience is handed down since tribal time
And evolutionary foundations imply
A rigid bond.

Grandfathers
Lacking the mitochondrial connections, bear
A lesser burden than their wives enshrine
The mono-generational link may well supply
And correspond.

Granduncles
We've paddled in the gene pool, never wet our hair
Shorn of responsibility by lack of direct line
We can give cuddles too, or hum a lullabye
Nor go beyond