Ode to Kate

 

There once was a farm girl named Kate.

When we met, '89 was the date.

The oldest of four,

And never a bore,

To be friends as she grew was just fate.

With her whole family I've been quite close.

To them all I will raise a toast.

To her parents and Hubs

And home full of cubs

I ask blessings to fall on their house.

As the day approaches to meet number seven

And your bundle from God is "geven"

May your contractions be swift,

As you receive life's gift.

And you'll be flooded with blessings from heaven.