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