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22-Nov-2009
Is there anything more dreadful than a cold grey November day?
What could brighten it?
Really?
How about a ray of sunshine, bundled in a soft pink blanket?
That will do nicely – I say!
Within moments of emerging from the warm womb
The arrival of my one and only niece
The little sausage
Is broadcasted everywhere.
From Tehran to LA and every dot in between
Blackberries ring, monitors ping, cell phones sing
She is here. Oh yes – she is here
A multitude of phone calls criss-cross
The Atlantic, the Pacific
Even the Baltic and the Adriatic
She has arrived – She is here
Hip hip Hooray
From the moment of conception
To the moment of birth
Each and every move of this little bean
Is avidly observed
By jubilant grandparents
Many uncles and aunts
Prim and proper female cousins
And rambunctious male ones
Two goodly brothers
An ecstatic father
A roundish expectant mother
Hold hands and cuddle tight
As they wait for the delight
She is coming – She is on her way
We see her move in the womb
We see her get bigger
And give her Mummy the first quiver
A kick was delivered
A tiny heart beat was registered
All this down the phone line – we heard.
After each visit to the doctor, we’d ask
What did he say?
How long will this wait last?
She is well. Soon here she’ll be
The final excruciatingly slow weeks drag and drag
We can barely contain our brag
The final touch to the nursery is complete
For the tiny rose – the ultimate treat
A brother loses half of his room – willingly
Another gives up part of the bathroom – seemingly!
Banisters are secured
Windows draped
Corners and edges, firmly caped
A crib in cream-colored maple
A cradle lined with lace.
Soft toys, dolls and oodles of clothing
Find on shelves and in drawers, their place
A collective gnaw at nails and knuckles begins
The family gathers for the final stretch
A whole tribe starts to pray
For grace
We hear of the dilation – centimeter after centimeter
We wring our hands, wait and wait
Another ring on the phone – and a few moments later
Our monitors are splashed with the first picture of a new daughter
A miracle, a joy – one wonderful treasure
A big head (ouch), huge red cheeks, a tiny mouth
Half-moon closed eyes, cute ears - a full head of hair
She is a darling – an angel. Nothing can compare
We shed tears at the first feeding
As she puts her rosebud lips to the breast half sleeping
And later while she is carried outside
We curse the cold London air for touching this little bride
A picture in front of the house
Flowers, balloons and loads of smiles
Brothers ever so happy
Mother exhausted - elated, bright
And the father – overjoyed, grinning with pride
We see the first bath
Of the little poppet
A tiny tush
Curled up limbs
A round tummy
Fingers and toes wiggling silly
The first real smile
Is that a dimple on her right cheek?
What a poser? What a charmer?
She looks like Baba! Oh no – more Mama
Hang on – chimes in the old Nanny
Those are the eyes of one classy Grandma!
Across the waters, the old lady beams
And for now - everyone agrees
Inside of a week everybody has forgotten
The life they once had before her
We have yet to hold her
But have already opened
A huge space in our hearts
With adoration for her
She is everything one could ever want in a baby
Health, Hope and Happiness
A bright future
We send our plea to the One above
A wonderful life for this newborn we request
And please - lots of love
Life will never be the same
Life is better now, we know
For what could possibly be grander than a new she
Right before the winter snow.
Welcome Sweetie. Welcome to our world.
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masterful
by Jeesh Daram on Thu Nov 26, 2009 03:56 PM PSTIn all your writings you present a mastery of painting harmonious words with allegories and thoughtful abstracts. Always a delight to read.
Thank you
by Flying Solo on Tue Nov 24, 2009 07:39 AM PSTHollyUSA: That is wonderful. Aznavor is a personal favorite. Thank you.
Congrats Solo
by HollyUSA on Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:00 PM PSTAnd I can't believe nobody has posted this yet so here you go:
Thank you
by Flying Solo on Mon Nov 23, 2009 05:56 PM PSTDear Anahid: Thank you for your kind words.
Nazy Jan: It's wonderful to be an aunt to a little pink bundle. Thank you for the good wishes.
قدم نورسیده مبارک!
Nazy KavianiMon Nov 23, 2009 01:03 PM PST
A lovely and loving poem for a sweet little girl. A most touching and appropriate way to welcome her into the world. I can feel already that she is a lucky girl to have stepped into this love. Thank you for sharing Solo Jan.
Yes, I agree with you dear Solo
by Multiple Personality Disorder on Mon Nov 23, 2009 02:31 PM PSTThey are all precious.
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by Red Wine on Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:45 AM PSTLet's dance ...
Solo jan,great poem. It conveys all feelings a new birth brings.
by Anahid Hojjati on Mon Nov 23, 2009 05:06 AM PSTDear Solo, I loved your poem. It is all beautiful and so true where you write:
"And for now - everyone agrees
Inside of a week everybody has forgotten
The life they once had before her"
I also liked the back and forth extra poems between you and MPD here. Thanks.
Diddle dee diddle dee dot
by Flying Solo on Mon Nov 23, 2009 02:47 PM PSTA dot is a dot is a dot
Good Grief – I must have hit a spot
A “He” or a “She”
They both start from a dot
But most surely, do you not agree
They each have a different trot
A “He” or a “She”
Whichever it may be
Both darlings, both precious
Both as cute as a bumble bee
Now if you would excuse me
This humble novice
Shall bid good night to thee
......
by yolanda on Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:53 PM PSTThank you, MPD, for the "rival" poems, LOL!!!!!!
Thank you, Flying Solo, for the "rebuttal" poem, which seems to rhyme even more than your main poem, maybe because the rebuttal poem is a lot shorter!
Thank you all for the fun & down-to-earth poems! Yeah!!!
Delaram Banafsheh (Yolanda)
"Cactus in the Desert"
You don't give a dot!
by Multiple Personality Disorder on Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:49 PM PST.
.
I never said "He"
I never said "She"
don't put words in the mouth of me
I said no difference it makes
Whatever it takes
to have a baby filled with love
A baby as beautiful as a dove
No difference to speak of
No one grander than the other
You don't say; you don't give a dot?!
Why not!
Do you realize what we've got?
Mullahs!
You forgot?
You don't give a dot!
Why not!
We have gender apartheid
We have street fight
over who's right
who's not
Boys and girls on the move
Gender equality they behoove
Do you approve?
Do you want things to improve?
Then none grander than the other
All as beautiful as a flower
O! I forgot about baby back ribs
Yes! They're all delicious in the cribs
LMAO
by Omid B on Sun Nov 22, 2009 06:53 PM PSTOn "the streets," we call that freestyle. You go girl.
Yours,
Omid
Rebuttal
by Flying Solo on Sun Nov 22, 2009 06:45 PM PSTWell - you asked for it, mate!
Sexist is OK - as long as (s)he is sexy
Racist is just fine – if only (s)he is racy
A bigot – oh yes please, why not?
Flying Solo is not likely to give a dot!
Been to Ozark, been to Arak
Both I found the same
The Mullah, The Monarch
I’d say – heck - that’s the same silly game
Mickey, Ricky, Peter or Jim
Nancy, Miranda, Sarah or Jane
So much better I'd say as long as they be trim and not plain
"He" you say
I say "She"
But tell us MPD - if you please
Has a soul ever turned down baby back reeeebs*?
(* - poetic license to mean 'ribs'!)
Grander than She!
by Multiple Personality Disorder on Sun Nov 22, 2009 06:08 PM PST.
.
Disclaimer: Do not take me seriously.
Hear this from MPD:
In Britain they say
You’re taking the “Mickey”
Hey! Why do you say, “what could possibly be grander than a new She”?!
This, obviously
a sexist remark!
because, you say, “grander than a new “She“?!
“what could possibly be”?!
May I dare to say, “He“!
He’ll be called Mark
He’ll grow up in the ballpark
He’ll climb the mountains of Ozark
He’ll kill the big White Shark
He’ll embark
on a journey to Arak
Where he may
become the next Monarch
What’s grander than “He”? I say.
“She”.
“He”, “She”.
Both, beauty
Both, bounty
He’ll grow up to be a goalie
She’ll grown up to be a sweetie
She’ll excel in history
He’ll grow a goatee
She’ll grow a pony
He’ll become husky
She’ll become pretty
I could go on and on
but don’t frown
I am not a moron
All I say,
there is no difference between “She” or “He”
None grander than the other
Is that what you say?
Solo, by yourself fly
But, is that game,
to say
“She”, “He”, the same?
(Ctrl Cee, Ctrl Vee)
Thank you
by Flying Solo on Sun Nov 22, 2009 05:19 PM PSTFriends,
I appreciate your kind comments. This is my first attempt at rhyme. Jahanshah has kindly called it poetry. :)
Mehrban: I have been meaning to tell you that I think the world of your handle and avatar.
Omid B: Yes - being an aunt - again - feels wonderful.
Mr. Gholikhani: I enjoy your work very much.
Yolanda: Most Iranian families are more like big tribes - which actually puts an army to shame. :) You have chosen a lovely farsi name.
Red Wine: Merci bien.
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by Red Wine on Sun Nov 22, 2009 03:44 PM PSTnice ... liked it .
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by yolanda on Sun Nov 22, 2009 02:15 PM PSTThank you for the beautiful poem! Babies are always cute! It is amazing that she got an army of relatives!
Delaram Banafsheh (Yolanda)
"Cactus in the Desert"
welcome
by Orang Gholikhani on Sun Nov 22, 2009 02:05 PM PSTNice Poem
Thanks
Khosh omad!
by Omid B on Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:43 PM PSTAs an uncle of two young hes... I loved this!
Yours,
Omid
Aaaah:-)
by Mehrban on Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:48 AM PSTlovely.