Copyright 11/27/00
An angel was born today
And Aimee was her name
A blessed event in every way,
Your lives will never be the same.
Baby proofing and baby gates,
All serve to make you run late.
Diapers and all night vigils
Will make you crazy as Sybil.
She will bring light to a darkened room,
From the day she left the womb.
For the next eighteen years
She will entertain and bring tears.
You will cry when she has her first date,
And lie awake, no matter how late.
You will worry til she is tucked safely in bed,
Right up to the day she is wed.
But a daughter will always be
An angel to a mother you see.
No matter how antagonistic while at home,
They come to see they were wrong,
And appreciate all you did because you cared.
It is then you know they are aware.
So hold this bundle close to your hearts
And know, the love may be strained, but never apart.
You will love her no matter what,
And she will always keep that thought.
Whether near or far
She will always be
The bright and shining star
And an angel called Aimee.
cool. my aunt nearly spelled her daughter's name this way. don't know why she didn't. i think the spelling is unique and beautiful. nice story. take care! v.
Hi :) My friend was searching for my poetry here, and just put in my first name, and he ran across this poem "Aimee." Being the curious thing that he is he read it, and loved it. :) Since it was my name, he sent the page to me and i just now read it, and I think it's very pretty. I hope that's what my mother thought when she had me. Even though it's not about me--of course not ;)--i like to think that, that what you wrote, is what people told her. :c) Incedently, my birthday is November 4th. 20 days before you posted the poem. :)
U weave a story so well, Ferrell....i am drawn to the words within..and the emotions u paint. Somehow, i feel tints of sadness and disappointment in this....perhaps u can tell me more of this story? Thanxs, Ferrell. I like this very much.