Margarita Lillico Poet Rhyme

To My First Born

First- born, most ultimate delight - 
So beautiful, so talented, so bright.
The joy, the mother hasn’t known yet.
Yet now she knows it’s harder done than said.

Nothing, except the baby’s bum, was smooth:
First colicky, first Tylenol, first tooth,
First diarrhea and first constipation
Left no spare time for idle admiration.
 
Trimming nails took enormous concentration,
Diaper change- an infinite rotation,
Sleepless nights and sleepless days 24/7
For that reason alone I’d go to Heaven!

First laugh, first porridge, and first apple juice,
Milk in the bottle! Boobs became old news!
Mom finally restores her faith and love
In coffee, pickles, coke and spicy stuff.

The first-born baby now reached 21!
It was, no doubt, easier said than done
Those sleepless nights and days 24/7
I wouldn’t trade for Paradise in Heaven!!!

NOW MY FIRST-BORN GRANDSON STEVEN
MAKES UP FOR IT AND MAKES IT EVEN!!!

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Frank Sheehan February 18, 2020 at 8:54 PM Wonderful poem about parenthood. It truly is a joy with unlimited benefits. Inspirational.

John Gondolf December 1, 2019 at 2:49 PM Enjoyed this, Margarita. There are many trials and tribulations in raising a child for both the mother and the father (probably more so for the mother) but the rewards always outweigh the trial. Congrats on your grandson. I have a great grandson due in February. When did I get so damn old??? All the best, John Margarita Lillico December 1, 2019 at 4:22 PM That’s the question! While kids (grand and great) grow, time flies! Thanks! Margarita.