Poems And The Occasional Joke

The Boy

The timer is a ticking,
While my siblings are bickering,
I read the books precious writing,
Which tell of a pair of princes fighting,

Waiting for the grateful news,
But the bad luck of the crows coos,
A baby boy will be born,
An Irish child and lover of sweet corn,

Doctors are rushing so quickly around us,
The nurses are in such a fuss,
While I sit quietly in my head,
Wishing to back to my comfy bed,

Then the doctor finally comes out,
Just as my stepsister was starting to pout,
We all walked in there with our eyes full of wonder,
When we see my stepmom holding my new half baby brother,

We all took turns holding the baby boy,
As I held my book and his first toy,
It was a blue bear covered in fluff,
It was super soft and not even rough,

My stepsister held him with support from Dad,
He wasn't incredibly small so that's not bad,
My sister held him while I took a picture,
That would later be placed on a fixture,

It was my turn and my sister held my book and his toy,
I gazed with blue eyes on this handsome baby boy,
I couldn't wait for him to be older,
When the summers are hotter and the winters are colder,

I hope that he will remember his sisters by his toy,
That he will always be our goofy and crazy boy,

When we are older and left without him,
When he's about ten or perhaps eleven,
We'll come back with open arms,
He'll give us the grin given to him by his dad,
And say to us," Where have you been?",
We'll gather him up in our arms,
So he will be cozy and warm,
And say," We will be in your heart,
No matter how far apart",

We will be away,
But we'll come back some day,
Protect this crazy family of yours,
And use imagination to open doors,

We will be your support everyday,
To help lead you to the right way,
To help you through every tear and heartache,
Maybe even help you learn to drive a car and brake,

We are here for you through and through,
Trust me,
We will help you figure out what to do.