My grandmother wrote poems. Every holiday or birthday card always had a couple lines of her humor. I was going through her poem book this morning and I found this one she wrote to my Aunt Karen. To put this into context, you have to know that my Aunt has seven boys.
April 14, 1988
Happy Birthday dear Karen, the first of my litter
After years of young'uns things have to get better
The days of teething, and colic, and diapers galore
Thpse sleepless nites while walking the floor
Aren't you happy those days are o'er?
A few decades have passed and everyone grew
Trials you encountered could teach Doc Spock a few
What does he know - he never had seven
Compared to yours, his life's a heaven
He never arose at 6 to make bunches of lunches
He'd crack with laughter if he saw you barely moving your haunches
Had he ever bathed seven and tucked them to bed
He would never had time to write a book instead
There were teeth punched out, bones to mend, a hospital to pay
Was it your mom who called and said "Have a nice day"
I commend you Karen, tho' life is full of strife
I know you'll do great the rest of your life
It was a bad year, your well broke and died
But it wouldn't have helpde if you sat and cried
Thank God for nice neighbors where kids went to bathe
They provided you with water and came to your aid
Then wouldn't you know, your oven was shot
Weren't you lucky you could cook in a pot
Your dish washer conked out - it was motor driven
You used your hands that were God given
Soon after, your dryer it died, too
Boy am I glad I don't live in your zoo!!
Love you Grammy! Thinking of you today and always.
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