Suparna wrote this poem for her daughter Urvi’s birthday … It was sooooo good, i wanted to publish it here too, not just put a link to her lovely post 🙂
I think all our parents did this shopping…
‘Twas nine long years ago
That we went shopping for a daughter
Daddy and I searched far and wide
Behind the hills and yonder
Above the screen of fluffy clouds
Beyond horizon’s border
Is a little shop that calls itself
Babies Made to Order
We leafed through the catalogue
Unsure of what we wanted
An artist? A scientist? A professor?
Long and hard we debated
‘Madame et Monsieur, may I ‘elp you?’
Asked a charming little fairy
‘We ‘ave babies of every kind ‘ere
From cute to naughty and scary
‘Ow about za little boy
Whiz hair all brown and curly
You could zing togezer ‘appy ballads
While he played ze ukelele
Or ‘ow about za scientist
Whiz an inquisitive, questioning mind?
A philosopher, poet or painter?
Ze reflective, sensitive kind?
An acrobat? A ventriloquist?
Or zomeone whiz an artistique bent
A doctor, engineer, cartographer?
May be a future prezident?’
The choices were many and all too tempting
And it would take but a simple spell
But our list was long, so we custom made
Our little mademoiselle
A herb for all the strength she might need
The go-get-what-you-want-now potion
(In hindsight though, we should have used this one
In absolute moderation)
For nine long months we waited
While the fairies did their thing
Then on a starry night in November
The stork delivered an earthling
Happy birthday, little angel
May your life be filled with laughter
May you find all that you seek
Thank you for being our daughter!