Today's poem is written by the good God, and taken down by two faithful scribes, my dear parents. Her name is Juliana Elizabeth, and she was born this morning at 8:37 a.m. She weighed six pounds and thirteen ounces, and she is nineteen inches long. Mom and baby are both doing well.
Juliana is born into a family of three brothers, 22, 4, and 2 years old, and one sister, me. She is going to get so immensely drowned in pink and lace I don't know what she'll do.
Those of you who drink champagne and smoke cigars, this is the one time I won't make the slightest fuss. Babies are a cause for celebration. As for me, I think I shall eat truffles.
Huzzah for baby Juliana!
3 comments:
Many congratulations! She is so beautiful!
I have a very similar sibling set-up: a couple of brothers and one little sister years younger than me. She has been such a tremendous blessing.
I haven't been on here for awhile, but I'm now reading through your Ash Wednesday posts and am getting a lot out of them. I like Eliot but those longer poems intimidate me some, so thanks.
Leah
Huzzah!!!
God always pays attention to form, rhyme, meter.
No objection can possibly be found to the form of *this* poem. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make Juliana. ;)
I'm glad someone's reading those Eliot posts. I did wonder if they'd be too much for anyone to want to read.
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