Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil -
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest resembled a Rastafarian hair weave
which creature rattled with ire and peeve
ish ness, when rudely roused from his abode February fourth
two thousand nine hundred and ninety nine
just two days after said groundhog got prodded to predict
what surprises old man winter would deliver
from his snowy white sleeve
then juiced when he tried tug git cozy once again,
an ear piercing cry rent quiet
of his Redmond Proficiency Academy den.
Wails surpassed decibel deemed tolerated,
hence entire webbed threshold did reverb and rebound
and he could not muffle ears to block out sound,
nor would said creature trust his beady eyes how metamorphosis doth astound
transforming gangly infant into a stunning - materiel
viz par sans as fashionably attired home coming queen crowned
soon to be freshly minted high school senior, and perhaps college bound.
Seventeen plus years ago elapsed in a flash,
as a newborn mandated to exist her womb er full world uterine she did plash
ordained by Mother Nature decreed
she must wriggle and leave placental stash
without (of course) leaving a mass of trash.
Thus, exit from birth canal complemented
second and last daughter to the Harris mix
whereby, she communicated via clucks just for kicks
starting to gabble sounds vocalizing - sounds of cow bell licks
influenced by Donald Duck and Leif Erics
son, also enlisting literary feedback from Barack Obama,
and his lovely brood of chic chicks
attired in his wall den uniform bespeaking
with his pointed skill teaching pre-presidential days within ivied bricks
primal utterances she acquired (courtesy of Alice Cooper)
Retained like toys in attics.
Like any buck minister fully taken aback
this mister mom did fuss and fawn from one jimmy crack
corn to the next rhyme, which captive infant audience gave no flack,
precious heir from loins papa did help spawn - an everyday cracker Jack
of all trades whereat n\'er tiring as child rearing
more challenging than untying Gordian knot without lack
king and how, The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do to pack
a Judy ish us punch -
though thee Punim born with adroit skill to quack
mimicking gripped banshees,
denizens frenziedly shrieking out the box of Pandora - as if one felt a whack
and a wallop, nonetheless infant younger daughter a boon against strife
wool worth effort and propensity to revel qua biological miracle
re: said offspring did inadvertently teach me lessons of life
to cherish and savor each giggle, laughter and smile
amidst cramped apartment plus feeling
discombobulated frustration bubbling rife
introducing yours truly to the tha hen pecked moody blue wife.
Like a human bobbing sponge youngest progeny
absorbed auditory/ visual multitude
within each axon and neuron of that infantile sensory “sir” kit board
aware at a tender young age how she struggled
to string words together to convey a mood
predilection with language impediment
possibly passed thru umbilical cord.
No idea thru combination of genetics and biology
that burnished beautiful lass oof an offspring wrought
a smart girl, an apple of the eye
per this father who never thought
that thru attempts at conception sought
supremely melded genes, he thought loves labors last, t’would come to naught
delivered us an artistic, intrinsic, linguistic lass
who for no price can be bought!
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I TOO LOVE YOU MY DEAR SHANA - MORE THAN THIS SHABBY POEM CAN CONVEY
WHICH...UPON ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND - ABOVE GIBBERISH
JA PROBABLY RAISE ARMS UP IN DESPAIR UTTERING OYE VAY!