Seven Months
by Marc Sobel  /  poetry  /  29 Jul 2007
In just seven months
Our lives will transform.
Will we find a new shelter
To weather this storm?
Will we rise to the challenge
And assume our new roles
Or will we stumble
And fall just short of our goals?
There are so many things
We cannot control.
Like will you be healthy?
Will you have a good soul?
Will you look like your mother
Or resemble your dad?
Will you be short or tall?
Will you be happy or sad?
Are you a boy or a girl?
Is your hair dark or light?
Will you love to watch movies?
Will you sleep through the night?
Are you a lefty or righty?
An inny or out?
Will you trust me to tell you
What life is about?
Will you sing in the bathtub
And read comic books too?
Will you sit in my lap
While I read them to you?
Will you play the piano?
What kind of foods will you like?
Will you keep your room clean?
Will you learn to ride a bike?
Will you learn how to cook
And bake cookies and cakes?
And when you go to the zoo,
Will you be scared of snakes?
Will you learn to endure
Our criticisms and praise?
Will you eat turkey sandwiches
With Dijon mayonnaise?
Will you live with us always
Or will you run away?
Will you drop out of high school?
Will you be straight or gay?
Will you become a doctor
Or a lawyer or cop?
Or will you play for the Cardinals
As their starting shortstop?
Of course I can't answer
These questions just yet.
But I'm excited to jump in
And get my feet wet.
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