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!
Hey Ben, maybe you need to hire Mom as your resident poet at Milkweed. You could commision her to write poetry for all occasions.
ReplyDeleteI have it on good authority that you created and posted this poem within the span of an hour - impressive!
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