GET READY . . . GET READY!!!

Yesterday my brother, Rob, and his pregnant wife, Kristin, flew in from LA. It was his birthday. Over Mom's succulent cassoulet, buttered noodles with parsley and sour cream, haricots verts with slivered almonds and brown sugared carrots we feasted, communed, celebrated! In cards and comments, we remembered my brother's birth, hoped our hearts had room to welcome the coming Christ; and anticipated the birth of Rob and Kristin's first son, due on February 14th. After homemade triple berry pie ala mode my clan offered a silly, Seussian, antiphonal poem in honor of their baby boy and the Love that will come.

Get Ready, Get Ready!
For Kristin & Rob
From Sal & The Miller Clan
Christmas 2007

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for the little BIG boy
Your son, your kin, your pride & joy

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for gross diaper rash
Laundry piled high & baby food mash

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for grog from being sleep deprived
And missing the peace of your long lost past lives

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for births and deaths of all kinds:
Of sports cars & self & sometimes your minds

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for Cheerios crushed in the kitchen
For freedom & autonomy that soon you’ll be missin’

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for whining & colic & croup
And days when all that matters is if Durham poops

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for talks that become one-word-exchanges
Due to interruptions from Baby who, your life, rearranges

Get ready! Get ready!

Get ready for Love that is long, deep & wide
That tickles your heart & lights up your insides

A Love you can’t conjure if even you try
‘cause it reaches the moon and dances ‘round the sky

Agape, Fileo & Eros can’t touch
This kind of a Love that can give you a rush

Only two kinds of people this deep Love can have
The people you’re becoming: A MOM & A DAD!

love
GET READY! GET READY!