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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