Both families are thrilled when, brought together, we
Announce our good news, which, quite unlike me
Is conveyed without saying a word ...
Rather than bursting out with: WE'RE PREGLING!
I walk into my parents' living room with a bed pillow
Stuffed under my blouse, simulating a pregnancy far
Beyond the three weeks, which have passed since
The wild thing (Who, me?), dressed
Seductively, had seduced and conceived, successfully
Weeks later, upon approaching my principalto let him know
I'm with child and will not renew my contract for next year
He smiles graciously and while wishing me well
Lets me know that he's been
Expecting me to tell him that I'm 'expecting' ever since
My dash for the cot had become a daily ritual, because
I'd had to pass his office on my way to the nurse ...
And though I feel as if no woman's body has ever been honored with
Such miraculous sensations, which accompany the
Formation of a brand new, completely unique individual, who will
One day feel readied to lead those, who have
Lost their way, into the promised land where love, infused
With knowledge, will transform this brave new world into
The haven that our nation hath promised to every wearied
Yet hopeful immigrant, who hath knelt to kiss the words
Imprinted upon the hem of the gown of the
Godess-like creature, who, holding aloft the torch of freedom
Graces the harbor in the great city of New York with
Our promise to embrace and up lift the huddled masses, who
Seeking refuge from oppression ...
Such miraculous sensations, which accompany the
Formation of a brand new, completely unique individual, who will
One day feel readied to lead those, who have
Lost their way, into the promised land where love, infused
With knowledge, will transform this brave new world into
The haven that our nation hath promised to every wearied
Yet hopeful immigrant, who hath knelt to kiss the words
Imprinted upon the hem of the gown of the
Godess-like creature, who, holding aloft the torch of freedom
Graces the harbor in the great city of New York with
Our promise to embrace and up lift the huddled masses, who
Seeking refuge from oppression ...
Will work their knuckles to the bone in hopes of
Offering their young a better, well-educated life, my
Principal does not seem duly impressed with my news ...
And if you think to ask: Annie ... How do you know
That the fetus, cradled in your womb, will, one day
Grow capable of leading others, knowledgeably and
Compassionately? It would be my turn for
A Mona Lisa smile to play about my lips while replying:
I just do.
Then if you implore me to offer more, I'd comply by saying:
A place exists within every human brain that escapes notice until
Reason to reach into unexplored depths of your mind offers up
That the fetus, cradled in your womb, will, one day
Grow capable of leading others, knowledgeably and
Compassionately? It would be my turn for
A Mona Lisa smile to play about my lips while replying:
I just do.
Then if you implore me to offer more, I'd comply by saying:
A place exists within every human brain that escapes notice until
Reason to reach into unexplored depths of your mind offers up
Such unexpected sensitivity to self awareness as to
Draw forth a wealth knowledge stored within
Draw forth a wealth knowledge stored within
Your double helix'd DNA, which proves so heartfelt as
Not to be found in books ... and if you've been
Not to be found in books ... and if you've been
Following my blog for any length of time, you know exactly
What I mean ... because each time you've witnessed
The spirit of Socrates swoop down from on high to
What I mean ... because each time you've witnessed
The spirit of Socrates swoop down from on high to
Whisper sageful advice into my ear
Insight into deeper truth suggests that
His teachings are speaking to me from within the
Double helix of DNA, where the wisdom of the ages
His teachings are speaking to me from within the
Double helix of DNA, where the wisdom of the ages
Passes, naturally, from old soul to new soul in that
Which is commonly called intuitive thought ...
Which is commonly called intuitive thought ...
And as soon as you freely choose to set out on
An existential quest to know both sides of
Your whole, more thoroughly, day by day
That's when your mind and mine will travel on
The same wave length, back and forth, through time
In short, twas not 24 year old Annie, per say, who 'knew'
That each precious child, cradled lovingly within
Her womb, would be nurtured to develop
Leadership skills but rather the fact that her
Positively focused, open-minded attitude, concerning
Love and life, had intuitively felt, right from the get-go, that
Raising children would provide her with
The greatest of delights as well as with sleepless nights, because
As idealistic as your friend, Annie, tends to be
Her subconscious decision-making process has been based in
Her own early childhood experiences, some of which
Proved harsher than her conscious mind chose to believe ...
And thus, early on, Annie, as is true of most others, had no
Conscious clue as to when the spirit of Socrates was
Offering her cues (by way of DNA) before
Your whole, more thoroughly, day by day
That's when your mind and mine will travel on
The same wave length, back and forth, through time
In short, twas not 24 year old Annie, per say, who 'knew'
That each precious child, cradled lovingly within
Her womb, would be nurtured to develop
Leadership skills but rather the fact that her
Positively focused, open-minded attitude, concerning
Love and life, had intuitively felt, right from the get-go, that
Raising children would provide her with
The greatest of delights as well as with sleepless nights, because
As idealistic as your friend, Annie, tends to be
Her subconscious decision-making process has been based in
Her own early childhood experiences, some of which
Proved harsher than her conscious mind chose to believe ...
And thus, early on, Annie, as is true of most others, had no
Conscious clue as to when the spirit of Socrates was
Offering her cues (by way of DNA) before
She'd speak or take action ... On the other hand
It had not been intuitive wisdom, tucked into
The principal's double helix that offered
His mind clairvoyance, concerning
Annie's early stage of pregnancy ...
It had not been intuitive wisdom, tucked into
The principal's double helix that offered
His mind clairvoyance, concerning
Annie's early stage of pregnancy ...
In truth, Annie's principal had
Relied, solely upon logic, based in his past observances
Of newly pregnant teachers making that very same dash for
That very same cot, for years, before he'd ever set eyes on
Me, suggesting that:
There's nothing new under the sun until something classic
Happens to you, and then it's not just new ... It's
Downright flabbergasting and astounding and miraculous, all
Rolled up into a jaw dropping, life changing experience that
Blows your sense of logic to kingdom come ... And
If you've ever fallen head over heels in love
You know exactly what I mean!
Bottom line: Intuition, concerning wisdom, ripens
Within a mind/heart connection that cannot be
Torn asunder, suggesting that
What is meant to be is meant to be, and
That which is meant to be is determined by
Experimenting with chemistry in a controlled environment
So as to stop the mad scientist from
Blowing up his entire laboratory ... On the other hand
Fear of blowing everything up stops progress, concerning
The creation of change for the better, in it's tracks, bringing
Us back, yet again, to the importance of balance in all things
At the end of the school year, my kids chip in to
Present me with a touching gift, chosen by
A delegated trio of ten year olds, whose
Parents agree to take them shopping, at which time
They allow their offspring to freely choose
Whatever tickles their fancy and
As the nature of the gift they select
(Which maintains its sentimental value to this very day)
Proves quite surprising, my smile warms to
The memory of that which a trio of fifth graders
Had decided upon, specifically, to
Wish the expansion of my family well ...
On the last day of school, I can be seen in
A black and white checkered maternity top
Standing at my desk, upon which is perched
A good sized box, wrapped gaily in paper, imprinted
With pastel baby blocks, and as I carefully remove
The great big, puffy, white festive bow before
Peeling away wrapping paper in readiness to
Open the box, 'my kids', being kids, can't stand
The anticipation sitting down, so, suddenly
Every seat in the classroom is empty of students as
My flock, likened to a rush of baby birds taking wing
Flutter round my desk, where, standing on tip toe
Each one flutters about, feeling so eager to see
What their delegation of three has chosen for
'Pregling' me, that my fledglings can't help but
Chirp out with: Open it! Open it!
And upon lifting the lid, my eyes widen with
Momentary surprise until absorption of what
Has been chosen offers my initial reaction
Reason to twinkle with amusement, because
My fifth grade class has presented me with
A wooden tray, upon which is placed
A beautiful martini decanter, encircled by
Six long stemmed glasses to match ...
As if to say ...
Children can drive their parents to drink ...
Good luck!
Now ... In keeping with stream of consciousness
Let's flash forward for a moment to 1988:
I'm a mother of three, who has flown from the desert to the Midwest in celebration of an extended family occasion, when, on the evening preceding that event, I'm invited to tag along with my sister, Lauren, who's attending her book club's annual couple's party, where, upon being introduced to one of Lauren's friends and her husband, our conversation begins to resemble a game of twenty questions, leading toward a connection that surprises all three...
Relied, solely upon logic, based in his past observances
Of newly pregnant teachers making that very same dash for
That very same cot, for years, before he'd ever set eyes on
Me, suggesting that:
There's nothing new under the sun until something classic
Happens to you, and then it's not just new ... It's
Downright flabbergasting and astounding and miraculous, all
Rolled up into a jaw dropping, life changing experience that
Blows your sense of logic to kingdom come ... And
If you've ever fallen head over heels in love
You know exactly what I mean!
Bottom line: Intuition, concerning wisdom, ripens
Within a mind/heart connection that cannot be
Torn asunder, suggesting that
What is meant to be is meant to be, and
That which is meant to be is determined by
Experimenting with chemistry in a controlled environment
So as to stop the mad scientist from
Blowing up his entire laboratory ... On the other hand
Fear of blowing everything up stops progress, concerning
The creation of change for the better, in it's tracks, bringing
Us back, yet again, to the importance of balance in all things
At the end of the school year, my kids chip in to
Present me with a touching gift, chosen by
A delegated trio of ten year olds, whose
Parents agree to take them shopping, at which time
They allow their offspring to freely choose
Whatever tickles their fancy and
As the nature of the gift they select
(Which maintains its sentimental value to this very day)
Proves quite surprising, my smile warms to
The memory of that which a trio of fifth graders
Had decided upon, specifically, to
Wish the expansion of my family well ...
On the last day of school, I can be seen in
A black and white checkered maternity top
Standing at my desk, upon which is perched
A good sized box, wrapped gaily in paper, imprinted
With pastel baby blocks, and as I carefully remove
The great big, puffy, white festive bow before
Peeling away wrapping paper in readiness to
Open the box, 'my kids', being kids, can't stand
The anticipation sitting down, so, suddenly
Every seat in the classroom is empty of students as
My flock, likened to a rush of baby birds taking wing
Flutter round my desk, where, standing on tip toe
Each one flutters about, feeling so eager to see
What their delegation of three has chosen for
'Pregling' me, that my fledglings can't help but
Chirp out with: Open it! Open it!
And upon lifting the lid, my eyes widen with
Momentary surprise until absorption of what
Has been chosen offers my initial reaction
Reason to twinkle with amusement, because
My fifth grade class has presented me with
A wooden tray, upon which is placed
A beautiful martini decanter, encircled by
Six long stemmed glasses to match ...
As if to say ...
Children can drive their parents to drink ...
Good luck!
Now ... In keeping with stream of consciousness
Let's flash forward for a moment to 1988:
I'm a mother of three, who has flown from the desert to the Midwest in celebration of an extended family occasion, when, on the evening preceding that event, I'm invited to tag along with my sister, Lauren, who's attending her book club's annual couple's party, where, upon being introduced to one of Lauren's friends and her husband, our conversation begins to resemble a game of twenty questions, leading toward a connection that surprises all three...
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