Friday, November 20, 2009

A Poem

Triplets

to Alex, Benne
tt, Ruby

Six little ears
Three little noses

Thirty little fingers
Thirty little toeses.

Three little babies all in a row
identical twin boys,
one with nail-polished toe
girl a copy of her brothers,
but wears a red-honeyed bow.

Three little babies
lulled in their swings,
now to do the laundry
and other pressing things.

Three little babies
out for their first walk
soon a squeak, a grunt, a squawk
they're a hungry bunch.
They've only paraded half a block
and it's already time for lunch.

I asked Grandma Jan
when she was onesie folding
who was her favorite little babe
without a pause, she said,
"That's easy to answer

it's the one I'm holding."

By Great Grandma Julie.

7 comments:

Cami said...

OH! That makes me cry. So sweet. I LOVE the picture.

Chad and Bree Fowles said...

That is so sweet and clever. Can't wait to meet them

melody said...

Leave it to Grandma. That poem could be framed and displayed in the nursery. So darling. And that picture is perfect.

Kristy said...

Well said. That is so beautiful. I agree with Melody, you really should display that in the nursery.

Sarah said...

Cute picture. Cute poem. Cute grandma.

Unknown said...

oh such a sweet poem and agreed needs to be framed and in the nursery! and what a cute picture of the three of them together! oh I just love that you have three of them so much love!

Unknown said...

That was amazing Grandma Julie...thanks for that!