Well, well I should have known
You’d want a poem all your own
So climb up here unto my knee
And I’ll tell of how you came to be
A stork began his yearly flight
One hot August night
In his mouth a precious bundle
The first delivery he chose to bungle
Though clearly marked for “The Palace”
The stork heads west into Dallas
Towards a family he likes more
For royalty is SUCH a bore
Gently wafting through the air
The cargo landed in our care
Wrapped inside you wouldn’t believe
Our very own Princess “E”
Of course this was too long ago
For Momma, Pappa and sister Deveaux
To recall all that occurred
Beginning with one wayward bird
This is where I must end
For now I have a card to send
Wishing to you, Echo Marie
A very happy number three
©sinbajé1965-2008
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As the beginning of this poem attets to - Echo's mom and dad felt she needed a poem too so as not to be left out. I have learned over the years - whatever you give one child, you most assuredely should give the other. Like Deveaux's poem - I might have tweaked it from the original. The artowork was drawn today using my very archaic paint program and a mouse.
1 comment:
I'm enjoying your poems! I have to laugh with understanding at the truthfulness of the fact that "what you give one, you must give the other." So true, be it with children or puppies (or both, as the case may be...). Who knows whether it's our own guilt or the guilt placed on us by others, sometimes. LOL. Same results! :o)
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