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Birth Announcement

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Birth Announcement

My parents named me . . . .
Without asking my advice
I think they're going to keep me
For they think I'm pretty nice.
I was born . . . .
And I don't do much but doze
I weighed just . . . .
That's without my clothes.

The Love You Save

(This poem was written to accompany a Memory box given as a baby gift. However it can be altered for a scrapbook. Change the word 'Box' to 'Book' and change the references in the second and third verses from items you would put in a box to things you would put in a scrapbook.)

An Empty Box, what can it be?
I thought it was a gift for me.

Although this box is not what it seems,
It's empty now--but oh the dreams.
You Child has arrived to begin their life
With wonder and strife.

They'll strive to walk, heel to toe,
Baby shoes they'll soon outgrow.
Baby teeth so white and new
You must save them Mommy, for me and you.

And as they grow, things they'll leave behind
Cherished things that you will find.
A Lock of Hair, a Teddy Bear
These precious items you cannot spare.

So here's an Empty Box for you;
To keep these things their whole life through
And when he/she is all grown up and gone,
You Memory Box will carry on.

The Love you saved at last complete
All the memories, some sad, some sweet
Will stay close to a Mother's heart
As your little one was right from the start.

Thank You

Baby can't thank you
'Cause baby's so new,
But Mommy and Daddy
Send their thanks to you.

Make a special "thank you" card for baby gifts. Put a photo of baby on the front. Inside put the above poem.

Baby Shower Favor

(Kathy Gordon)

I'm really glad that you could come
To help surprise my mother.
Sit down, relax, enjoy yourself
And chat with one another.
Sorry I can't be with you
To share my mommy's shower
But, you see I'm very busy
'Cause I am growing more each hour.
Though I'm not here to thank you
For the special gift you brought,
My family and I are grateful . . .
We appreciate the thought.
I'll be arriving shortly
I'm as happy as can be . . .
So after I've been home awhile
Please come and visit me!

Baby (first or last name)

(print on paper, roll up and tie with ribbon)

Basic Arithmetic

1 plus 1 equals 2, but
2 is 1 when they marry,
12 months later this becomes
2 and a little 1 to carry.


(Carol Lyn Pearson)

How enviously
I watched
The rose bush
Bear her bud--
Such an easy
Lovely birth.
At that moment
I wished
The sweet myth
Were true--
That I could
Pluck you
My child
From some
green vine.

But now
As you breathe
Through flesh
That was mine,
Gently in the small circle
Of my arms,
I see
The wisdom
Of investment

The easy gift
Is easy to forget.
But what is bought
With coin of pain
Is dearly kept.

Hello, Mommy!

(© 2012 Grace Mandry, used with permission)

"Thank you, dear Mommy, for the warm cozy room
It felt good to be so close to you
You carried me carefully - made me feel safe
So I grew, and I grew, and I grew

Though I know I've been blessed, I still have one request
And I hope you won't mind it too much
It may cause you some pain - but please let me explain
'I can't wait to awake to your touch'

So, if you're near a phone, I would call Daddy home
Let him know what I'm planning to do
My intentions are clear - I'm about to appear!
On this day, your babe (or name) makes his/her debut!!"

Notes from the Delivery Room

(Linda Pastan, from A Perfect Circle of Sun)

Strapped down
victim in an old comic book,
I have been here before,
this place where pain winces
off the walls
like too bright light.
Bear down a doctor says,
foreman to sweating laborer,
but this work, this forcing
or one life from another
is something that I signed for
at a moment when I would have signed anything.
Babies should grow in fields;
Common as beets or turnips
they should be picked and held
root end up, soil spilling
from between their toes--
and how much easier it would be later,
returning them to earth.
Bear up . . . bear down . . . the audience
grows restive, and I'm a new magician
Who can't produce the rabbit
from my swollen hat.
She's crowning, someone says,
but there is no one royal here,
just me, quite barefoot,
greeting my barefoot child.

In Celebration of Birth

The angels light another star
Each time there is a birth
To celebrate each precious child
The good Lord sends to earth

The angels gazed upon us
And smiled with abundant joy
As God so tenderly gave to us
Our little baby boy.

(Alternate version for girl)

The angels light another star
Each time there is a birth
To celebrate each precious child
The good Lord sends to earth

The angels from above
Looked down and joy unfurled
As God so tenderly gave to us
Our little baby girl.

Mom's Second as Ill-Timed as Her First

(Omaha - AP)

An expectant mother didn't quite make it to the delivery room in an Omaha hospital recently, so the birth took place in the hospital elevator.
There were no complications, according to a newspaper account, which did not give the mother's name. Mother and baby were in fine condition, but the mother was upset nevertheless.
The mother kept telling a nurse: "How embarrassing! How embarrassing!"
The nurse soothed: "Nonsense! Don't be embarrassed. This sort of thing happens all the time. If you think this is something to be embarrassed about, you should have been here eighteen months ago. A woman had a baby right out there on the hospital lawn."
The mother was not consoled. "I know!" she wailed. "That was me, too!"

Daddy's Heart

When I heard the news of you,
I did the things most Daddies do.
I opened up my heart so wide,
For you to have a place inside.

As each day passed, I'd think of you,
I'd watch you grow, I was expecting too!

I tried to imagine the person you'd be
Would you look or act like me?
I thought of the things that we would do,
The times we'd share, just us two.

I would give you piggyback rides,
Push your swing and watch you slide.
I would teach you how to ride a bike,
Catch your first ball and throw your first strike.

I would hold your hand in mine,
Be your protector, strong yet kind.
I would be your hero and friend,
Give love and advice on which you'd depend.

I will always remember the day you were born,
I cradled a miracle, small and warm.
What words I had were scarce and few,
A tear and a smile were the best I could do.

Life gave me a moment, precious and rare,
Bursting with pride, excitement and care.
I promised you then, all that I had,
See, you were my child and I was your Dad.

When I heard the news of you,
I did the things most Daddies do.
I opened my heart so wide,
Where you will always have a place inside.


Previously I had pro-life poems here. They was an explanation of what followed in bold type that made it clear that anyone who was pro-choice would not like them. However, a few people said they didn't notice the disclaimer and were upset by the poems (some agreed with the poems but didn't feel this was the appropriate place for them).
This website is used by people with different viewpoints and in many cases I include things from both sides of an issue--for example I have a hunting file with both pro and anti-hunting stuff. Some things I don't have a firm opinion about, or have had changing views over the years, so it is easy to see both sides. I know that few issues are black and white. For almost everything I feel strongly about I have at least one friend who feels just as strongly the other way.
But for a few things I could not in good conscience include anything on the website that contradicted them. Therefore you will find nothing on this site that is pro-choice.
I decided to put the pro-life poems in a separate Pro-Life file. That way no one will read them by mistake--though anyone who is ambivalent on the subject might want to take a look.

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