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Congratulations on your new little one. The folks on cleft-talk wanted to give you a baby shower... Here's a basket full of poems and good wishes...

        by Joanne Green, 1988

Oh, world, I ask you, please be very gentle
With this precious little treasure in my arms.
I know you have your methods of maturing,
But look at him - he needs no sound alarms!

Help him pass through this life unfettered.
Pull your punches.  Cushion all your blows.
He doesn't have to learn it all the hard way.
I could tell him all about it, Heaven knows!

Help him learn his lessons all the first time
Using all his wisdom, sense and sight.
(Remember when I thought I had the answers,
And I didn't even have the questions right?)

Make a haven for my precious baby.
A safe and quiet place in which to rest.
For every mount he feels that he must clamber,
Plant some pretty flowers near the crest.

And when someday my arms no longer hold him,
When my hands no longer reach to touch,
Somehow stir this message from his memory:
"My mommy loved me, oh so very much."

# # #

        by Joanne Green, 1988

I hold him in the nest of my encircling arms,
And sing a lullaby as soft as he.
I rock in time to an ancient melody
And rest in comfort born from deep in me.

His trusting form is deep with heavy slumber.
His weight upon my arms is light enough.
I never could have dreamed more satisfaction.
We share communion so much more than love.

    # # #

This is especially for those among us whose children will struggle more in this life to grasp what comes so easily for most. Many of you don't know, because I rarely talk about it, but I raised a little girl who was autistic. She functioned on a severely retarded level. I loved her with all my heart. She is a part of what makes me who I am today. Anyway, here is a poem I wrote that was inspired by her. I wrote it a long time ago - 1980, I think.

        by Joanne Green, 1980

"She's not like other children,"
I've heard thoughtless others say.
I feel the pain of careless words
That cloud your sunny day.

The slower lessons that you've learned,
And harder battles fought
Have turned my mother's-tears to pride
And smiles for all you've taught.

Innocent and naughty,
Beautiful and bad,
My special child, you've touched my life.
I'm different, and I'm glad!

I want to share my deepest thoughts,
Of what I'm sure you know:
My love is what I give to you;
Your love is what you show.

    # # #

~ my gift to all the moms of wonderful, beautiful, and - yes - special
children everywhere. Joanne

    # # #

"A babe in the house is a well spring of pleasure."

    # # #

For the wee ones (and those who love them) from Kat:

    How to Really Love a Child

Be there.  Say Yes as often as possible.  Let them bang on pots and pans. 
If they're crabby, put them in water.  If they're unlovable, love yourself.  
Realize how important it is to be a child.  Go to a movie theater in your 
pajamas.  Read books out loud with Joy!  Invent pleasure together.  
Remember how really small they are.  Giggle a lot.  Surprise them.  
Say no when necessary.  Teach feelings.  Heal your own inner child.
Learn about parenting.  Hug trees together.  Make loving safe. Bake a 
cake and eat it with no hands.  Go find elephants and kiss them. Plan 
to build a rocketship.  Imagine yourself magic.  Make lots of forts with 
blankets. Let your angel fly.  Reveal your own dreams.  Search out the 
positive.  Keep the gleam in your eye.  Mail letters to God. Encourage 
silly. Plant licorice in your garden.  Open up.  Stop yelling.  Express 
your love.  A lot.  Speak kindly.  Paint their tennis 
shoes.  Handle with caring. CHILDREN ARE MIRACULOUS

    # # #

    *Children Learn What They Live*

If a child lives with criticism,
    he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility,
    he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule,
    he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame,
    he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance,
    he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement,
    he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise,
    he learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness,
    he learns justice.
If a child lives with security,
    he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval,
    he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship,
    he learns to find love in the world.

    # # #

Tanya's favorites - passed on to you:


I don't know why
The sky is so blue
And I don't know why
I'm so in love with you

But if there were no music
Then I would not get through
And I don't know why
I know these things that I do

I don't know why
But somewhere dreams come true
And I don't know where
But there'll be a place for you

'Cause every time
That you look that way,
I would lay down my life
for you

I don't know why
I know these things
--But I do.

    # # #

BARTER--by Sarah Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
    All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
    Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
    Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
    Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
    Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
    Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
    Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
    Count many a year of strive well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
    Give all you have been, or could be.

    # # #

Some of you may know this song--I love how Kenny Loggins sings it!


Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide....
So we've been told and some choose to believe it,
But I know they're wrong, wait and see

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far?
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What do we think we might see?

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Have you been half-asleep
And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds
That called the young sailors
I think they're one and the same...
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be

Someday we'll find it, 
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

    # # #

This is from NOW WE ARE SIX -- I'm not sure of the title!  sorry!

When I was one,
    I had just begun.
When I was two,
    I was barely new.
When I was three,
    I was hardly me.
When I was four,
    I was little more.
When I was five,
    I was just alive.
Now I am six,
    I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll stay six now
    Forever and ever.

    # # #

        from WINNIE-THE-POOH, by A.A. Milner

On Monday when the sun is hot,
I wonder to myself a lot:
"Now is it true, or is it not,
That what is which and which is what?"

On Tuesday when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.

On Wednesday when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what and what is who.

On Thursday when it starts to freeze,
And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose--but whose are these?

# # #

Congratulations to everyone who is expecting. My mother needle pointed this saying and made it into a wall plaque for me before my first child was born 15 years ago. It's gone into all 4 kids rooms and when I feel like my priorities are getting messed up, I read it again:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

    # # #

To all the expectant parents out there, here are a couple more of my favorites:

Excuse This House
    (author unknown)

Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there-
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize, I guess,
For toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read;
And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
Their eyes will shine instead.

    # # #

And my personal favorite prayer:

"Lord look down from heaven above and touch this special child
with love. Protect and guide this little one till each and every day is done.
Remind us often that it's true: this little life is a gift from You.
A miracle You've sent our way. Lord bless this little child today."

    # # #

The words to one of my favorite tunes:

        -- Blessed --

Hey You, You're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
Your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway, You'll be blessed

And you, You'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
and know that you're blessed

And you, You'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
I promise you that
You'll be blessed

    --- Elton John "Made in England" CD.
It's also on a Disney CD called "Rock-A-Bye Baby" sung by a female and she does a great job as well.

    # # #

    "New Life"

I see a small face emerge
all wrinkled and blue
I see the little boy
all shiny and new
I see the doctor's hands
as he cuts it away
I see the new life
and I want it to stay.
    --- Janet Epstein
        North Carolina

    "A Miracle"

"Do you believe in miracles?"
Is a question often asked me.
Never before could I answer
But now I am able to say,
"Yes, I believe"
I had experienced it
But was not aware
I now have seen it
before my eyes
As it happened
it caught my breath
All I could do was stare
A single tear formed
and slid down my cheek
As I watched the
Miracle of Birth.
     --- Janet Epstein
         North Carolina

Congratulations to all of the expectant parents!!!

In that corner of the spare room,
There's a little cradle now:
And the day-to-day routine
Has gotten busier somehow.
There's a bib among the napkins
And a talcumy perfume
Drifts around the little toys
That lie about the room.

A little Teddy bear stands guard
With his round and rolly eyes
When all the the house is still
But for the sound of lullabies.
Yet, even without all these things,
It's obvious somehow
From the happiness that fills the air - - 
A baby lives here now!

    # # #

What are babies made of?

What are babies made of?
Powder and pull-toys and tiny white socks... Musical animals and soft
rubber blocks... Mobiles and vitamins and miniature frocks... That's 
what babies are made of.

What are babies made of?
Innocence, sweetness, and wide, trusting eyes... Bassinets, bottles,
gurgles and sighs... Nap time and "lap" time and soft lullabies... 
Wonder and pride and contentment and love... That's what babies are
made of.

    # # #

The First Day

All those times
Kissing your toes
Little baby feet
Amazement at something
That came from me.

All those times
Wishing you to walk
Encouraging you
On your awkward feet
"Come to Mommy!"

All those times
Have come to now
Watching you walk
Away from me
Into the unknown
Wanting to pull you back

Kissing you goodbye
Amazed that you are grown
Wishing it hadn't come so soon
But encouraging you to go

All those times....

    # # #

"If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again"

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love

    ---Diane Loomans

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