Yeah, I guess I should have posted "The Menage de Trois", "Bob, Carol, Ted, and Alice", and "The Orgy Tree" :mrgreen:

Naughty,naughty girl!! :devil

Can't help it! :wink:

Ioan,this one's for you and Alice................. SOME THOUGHTS WHILE STANDING CRIB-SIDE UPON THE BABY'S FIRST DAY AT HOME............................................................................................ Ten tiny fingers,/ Ten tiny toes,/ Perfect little rosebud mouth,/ Cute-as-button nose!~~~~~~~~~~Will you have your mother's laugh?/ And your father's beaming smile?/ Will you pursue the theatre?/ Be a doctor? Attorney at a trial?~~~~~~~~~~Will the dreams you dream all be fulfilled,/ And your life possess true "zest"?/ Only YOU,my darling,darling Child/ Hold the keys to what comes next.~~~~~~~~~~Tho' you come without instructions,/ And your mind's a clean,blank slate,/ It is left to ME,your awe-struck Parent/ To guide you through Life's Gate.....~~~~~~~~~~I will deem it all an honor/ To be at your side through all;/ And you,my Sweetest Sleeping Angel,.../ ...My total heart at your beck-and-call! :hug :hug

That was just wonderful, Ship! A beautiful poem for any parent. :applaud: :applaud: :applaud:

You've captured that mixture of joy and sheer terror perfectly, Matie! :writer's block

Sometimes I really wish he'd read this stuff.

I'm cheating here, because this poem is not my work (though Matie's poem reminded me of it) - it is contained in a book called "What Big Eyes You've Got - Women Write About Grandmothers" which I gave to my Mum when I was pregnant with my daughter, her first grandchild. When she died, I reclaimed the book and now, being a granny myself, fully understand why she loved this poem. I hope you like it too! Six Weeks to Go Am I pushing my luck, writing to you now, before you're even born? Suddenly I have to, so the words won't be coloured by the knowledge of your gender. Little lively thing, growing, fiercely kicking, wrapped inside my daughter. Nothing is taken for granted. I'm wary of counting chickens even after they've hatched. Each day a holding of breath, until your first cry. When the big performance starts, surely I'll know. Already a new perception of bloom on flower and fruit, a quickening for the harvest. You are almost here in dreams, waiting. Child of our child. Blood sings, the heart races, triggers anticipation. How loving expands to take in all comers! Some haven't the fingers for counting yet never a birthday's missed or the shade of eyes mistaken. I haven't much time for the posy admiration of pastel grandmothers. Enough for me to feel the warm edges, spreading circles of love. Will you ever read this. I wonder, shall we laugh together? This is the most I dare hope for - the sharing of your laughter. ( Lyn Cooper, 1988)

That's another great one for expectant parents and grandparents, Stevie. Thanks for sharing what it meant to your Mom, too.

Stevie, I think you managed to capture the feelings of expectant parents and grandparents very well. Great poem!

Oh,I just LOVE that,Stevie!!! Puts everything so well,and I think it can also include uncles,aunties,or any grown-up with the knowledge of the coming of a new wee one. Ahhh,it's a great feeling,isn't it?

The day before yesterday I came up with the following four "scenes". I hope you,kind Reader,can see Ioan in the "daddy" role for each. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A BOY HAS TO TRY ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Can we get a dog?/All my friends have dogs,Daddy!/Please......Can we,huh?......pleeeeeeease..." ~~~~~~~~ "No,Son,not right now."/ The father reads his paper./ The child tries again..... ~~~~~~~~ "But I could walk 'im.../ An' feed 'im,...an' PLAY with 'im!/ Oh please,say 'yes',Dad....." ~~~~~~~~ Dad takes off glasses,/ Looks at the hopeful,small face./ "I'm sorry,Buddy,..." ~~~~~~~~ ".....But who will you get/ To clean up after him---and/ Give him a bath---and..." ~~~~~~~~ ".....Take him to the vet's?/ And,keep him away from cats,/ AND,out of your Mom's way???" ~~~~~~~~ Sulking in his room,/ The child thinks.....striking a new/ Idea to try! ~~~~~~~~ "Can we get a BIKE?........." ############################################################################################################## SHHH!---DRESS REHEARSAL--- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Little girls in tights/ And pink tu-tus dance at noon/ In their ballet class. ~~~~~~~~ Graceful necks,straight backs,/ They become swans and fairies/ For recital night! ~~~~~~~~ They will be lovely,/ They will be pretty and sweet,/ They will smile and twirl! ~~~~~~~~ The "big night"---TONIGHT!!/ Daddies and Mommies will come,/ And applaud their "stars"! ~~~~~~~~ Nerves are a-twitter,/ Eyes are alert,w-i-d-e, ready,/ The music begins.....

~~~~~~~~~~~ TEATIME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She looks SO like her/ Mommy. He can't believe it./ How he loves his girl! ~~~~~~~~ He watches her from/ The doorway to her room and/ Sees a tea party! ~~~~~~~~ "Come in,Daddy! Have/ Some green tea and cakes with us!/ Daddy sits cross-legged. ~~~~~~~~ The dolls and stuffed pets/ All quietly say 'hello'/ And politely drink tea. ~~~~~~~~ "I love your hat and/ Jew-el-ry,Miss-us,"/ Says Daddy,smiling. ~~~~~~~~ "YOU need a hat,too!"/ Says his daughter,and plops down/ An old fedors. ~~~~~~~~ They laugh,and drink the/ Wonderful 'pretend' tea and/ Yummy 'pretend' cakes. ~~~~~~~~ "I could do this all day,"/ They both laugh,...and have/ Excellent manners. ~~~~~~~~ "Where's my camera?"/ Says Mommy, suddenly there./ Time for pa-pa-rat-zi! ##################################################################### SMALL HIDDEN TREASURES ~~~~~~~~~~ On Saturday, while/ Helping his wife do some chores,/ He found a small box. ~~~~~~~~ It was tucked behind/ Some varnish cans,and taped shut........./ .....The work of his child... ~~~~~~~~ He knew he shouldn't/ Trespass into such 'secret'/ Things,but,still he looked... ~~~~~~~~ BEHOLD! Treasures found/ Of a seven-year-old boy!!!/ A warm smile brakes forth. ~~~~~~~~ Now,what have we here?...../ 'Mickey Mouse' pencil,......a shell,....../ Two toy cars,......whistle,...... ~~~~~~~~ ...Hey,MY screwdriver!!!...../ A burned-out Christmas-tree light,....../ /Four pennies,......a feather,...... ~~~~~~~~ My old broken watch,/ One of Mom's empty parfumes---/ (Still really smells good!) ~~~~~~~~ A key?......A fork?......and/ A two-dollar poker chip,/ And a photograph... ~~~~~~~~ ...the photo shows his/ Mom,and himself,on the day/ They brought him home with them.../ For the first time! ############################################### (I dedicate these four "poems" in memory of my friend,Marti,who I hope would have enjoyed these,as much as she did the others. Farewell,my sweet Friend.)

A fitting commemoration, Matie! Farewell, Marti. RIP.

Thanks,Stevie.