July 31, 2007
POEM. To A New Baby.
In her belly you did surely grow,
But what you would be we still didn’t know.
If you’re a she, as I’m sure you will be,
You’ll be named Lisa, as you’re named after me!
Perhaps to consider, the thought that I’m wrong,
If this should happen then I’d vote for Shawn
Into the future your whole life will be,
Oh the things that you’ll know! Oh the things you will see!
A doctor or teacher, it's hard to be sure
Perhaps to disease, you’ll find the cure
Movies and music you’ll have all your own,
You’ll laugh at our stories of Walkmans and car phones
We await your arrival with excitement and awe
But no one’s as psyched as your mama and pa
Even though you babies, you do cry and poo,
You, little baby, are a little dream come true
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nice.
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