Rite of passage for Thomas and Harry,
held above the stone font at the church door
waiting to be doused, ripe for a party
as family gathers like a merry corps.
Oil and water mix as the twins are named;
ritual repeated countless times before
on previous generations, proclaimed
throughout the parish, added to the lore.
Two lives begat outside their mother’s womb,
now opportunity beckons for both.
Two medical miracles primed to bloom,
brothers in arms ready to plight their troth.
Thomas and Harry may you enjoy grace
and find your true place in the human race.
Last Sunday my twin nephews Thomas and Harry Foster were Christened at St James’s Church Shaftesbury, Dorset, in a ritual that goes back to ancient times. I am privileged to be Harry’s godfather and marked the happy family occasion with this sonnet.