A BRIEF THOUGHT
It was icy cold with thick falling snow,
Forcing the ambulance to go so slow.
We feared, as we saw the frozen ground,
The birth would be neither safe nor sound.
Yet somehow a mother, despite her pain,
Managed her little unborn baby to retain
Long enough to see him born, so that she
Could nurse her son in our own nursery.
When home again, and full of joy,
We wondered what to call our boy.
She: “Francis, my late father’s name”,
So I, for love of her, chose the same.
Oh dear, he’s ‘Frankie’ to his friends now,
‘Francis’ is only used in any family row.
So, if naming a child, be sure you know
The ‘short form’ most people will bestow!