Here is a poem of expectant parents, especially first-time parents. If this is a current reality, a future dream, or a long a go memory, this is a Mother’s Day poem of sorts.
Due, The Math
When you have met your equal
One plus one is won
Even then, what more can you expect?
One plus one equals three!
Prepare ye the weigh
Fore more than won arrival
In such daze so grand, even great
Full of ma’s and pa’s
The advent of a mass
Greater than ever before herd
And with each their presence bearing
Are versed in anew addition
Yet on occasion
Hither two
Captivated by this Lilliputian spell
May feel sow small and overwhelmed
Cry
Uncle and aunt
And in a twinkling
Look what you’ve created!
More than two handfuls
The miracle of relativity
The energy of this mass multiplying
Buy more then the speed of light
Withal in due time
And no strings attached
Trade up wading for waiting
And still, you wish!
Yet in the present
Knowing how choice
Between ardor and ardor
Enough to give you pause (and the occasional hand)
Weather feeling blue or tickled pink
Engendering in tuition of life
Oh boy! A lass!
Ether weigh
The surest proof
That life adds up
Grasping what counts
