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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