Tis birthday time for one who is dear,
I'll give you a clue, in proximity she's not near.
Oops! I slipped and told you the gender,
And as a young Mom, she's ever so tender.
I did it again! Can you figure out who?
She has Ella & Elisabeth; that makes two!
Now you know, and Sunday's the day,
And I've got an idea, oh, by the way!
She needs new tennis and/or hiking shoes,
And contributions toward those would help, tis true.
So Rachel we hope your birthday is sweet,
And that you can get what you want for your feet!
4 comments:
Hey Ben, maybe you need to hire Mom as your resident poet at Milkweed. You could commision her to write poetry for all occasions.
I have it on good authority that you created and posted this poem within the span of an hour - impressive!
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