A Thousand Questions

Recently I’ve seemed to notice
That everywhere I go
I find someone inquiring...
Of something they must know:

“Will it be a boy, or girl?”
“Have you decided on a name?”
“What does Graciela think?”
“You think they’ll look the same?”

It’s really quite a normal thing,
I’ve asked a few myself.
If I could write them in a book…
I bet I'd fill a shelf!

“How’s the little Mom today?”
“Is she feeling somewhat tired?”
“Do you have a name picked out?”
And, “Is the nanny hired?”

Questions, Questions, Questions, hmmm...
Will they ever end?
They even come in digital...
When someone pushes SEND!

“What’s the due date gonna be?”
“How’s the wife today?”
“Did you say you’d picked a name?”
“How's Rose? Is she OK?”

‘Yes’, and ‘no’, and ‘Rose is fine’,
And ‘maybe on the name’
I can’t begin to stand a chance…
At this unending game!

Now, don’t think that I mind the fact:
I’m getting much attention.
It’s just there seems to be more questions…
Then answers I can mention!

But that’s OK--- feel free to ask
You ask…because you care.
And I will always fire back...
An answer I can share!

For I know that you love us all
And want for us the best
And that is why the questions come,
For they are but a test...

A test for Dad about his son
And the condition of his mother,
And the feelings of both Ben and Grace…
On the arrival of their brother!

I wish I had...all of the answers,
I know I have a few!
But I’m afraid in such conditions...
That those will have to do.

And if the questions get too much
And they begin to smother…
I’ll simply use the standard line
And say, “Go ask your mother!

Monster in the Closet

I asked Grace to write a poem
about her new little brother. One
I could post on the blog. The first thing
she asked was: "Does it have to rhyme?"
And I said: "Well, yeah!" This was
not what I was expecting, but it is
interesting to see what a 13 year old
comes up with regarding her unseen
baby brother.
P.S. The monster is not the baby!

A Poem By Graciela -2008

Rumble, Grumble, Rumble, Grumble.
The sound is loud enough...
I cannot hear myself mumble.

Mommy, what is it?
Is it going to hurt me?
I'm scared.. I thought I was safe,
Instead I gotta go pee!

Rumble, Grumble, Rumble, Grumble.
I try to swim to safety.
I hide on a cushion,
But what is this?
The scary noises have stopped,
But now I'm being jerked around!
Suddenly my world stops,
I drift away from my cushion
And into the middle.
Time ticks by slowly,
Then motion comes back into action.
I try and grip the rubbery clear outer
coating of my small bubble for traction
I fail miserably.
The scary noises die away,
Until only silence is left.

As I begin to fall asleep,
In my milky world of water...
I taste a sweet thing

Aw. Mommy was only hungry.

My best foot forward...

Now quarters are a little cramped
I don't have too much room.
But I'm a baby on the move
I'll soon be going zoom!

Many steps will be ahead
But for now I get to rest
Gathering the strength I need
For my upcoming quests.

My Daddy has some great big feet
His 2 feet make a yard
So filling up my Daddy's shoes
Will be a little hard.

But here's the proof that I can do it!
Yes, I'll be hard to beat
I'm giving you - 'A picture see'
Of my gigantic feet!

Watch out Daddy!

This is a private matter...

A baby has the right to think
His privacy's protected
Safe inside my Mommy's tummy
I seldom feel neglected.

But someone out there crossed the line
While I was sound asleep
They snapped a picture of my bum
And yes, my little peep!

Now I suppose you want to know
If I'm a boy or girl
But do I have to then expose...
My secrets to the world!

Can't I have just one surprise?
Some secret of my own?
So all the world won't have to know
Exactly what I've grown.

I guess that it is much too late
I'm sure you'll all enjoy...
Knowing that the latest pics...
Have proven: "I'm a boy"!

A wee bit tired...

My mommy's feeling pretty tired
She says its all my fault
Because I'm in this growing spurt
That I refuse to halt.

And as I grow and put on weight
Asleep inside my mummy
She doesn't really like the fact
That I expand her tummy.

They say I grow a half a pound
Each and every week
I guess that is the reason why
My mommy feels so weak.

But not to worry, 'mommy dearest'
I'll soon be in your arms
And I will let you 'sleep all night';
There will be no 'alarms'!

You've really been the 'bestest mom'
To share with me your life...
My Daddy said to tell you this:
You're also 'bestest wife'!

Love you Mommy!