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Family Plans: A Poem on Parenthood

Updated on March 31, 2017
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Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to write about memories, express feelings, and inspire others through her faith in God.


The goal is independence

I have four sons and twelve grandchildren, ages 18 months to 23 years. I remember all the fun of having babies, then grand babies. Going to the park and rescuing one of the toddlers from the top of the slide. I loved watching them discover new things as they grew, and going on outings and school plays and science fairs. That is not to say there were no struggles or heartbreaks along the way, that is life. But the whole journey has a goal, to raise the children God loaned you to be productive members of society, and to make their own way in the world - it's called independence.

I have many friends and acquaintances who have raised kids too. They enjoyed the years of watching them grow and mature, knowing every sacrifice and challenge was worth it all when they see their kids leave home to live adult lives. Some things never change...but then again, some things do.

There's nothing sweeter than a baby.
There's nothing sweeter than a baby. | Source

Family Plans

There’s nothing sweeter

than a baby’s chubby knees,

and deep dimpled elbows

peeking through sleeves.

Pudgy little fingers

are busy with toys,

baptized in drool,

lacking grace and poise.

He squeals and shrieks,

at volumes explored,

cries of Ma ma or da, da,

and babbles galore.

Fingering Cheerios,

tossing the Tippy,

making a racket,

guiltless and giddy.

Exploring the cupboards,

banging pot and pan,

with kitchen utensils,

like a rock n roll band.

Tickled at Fido's antics and games.
Tickled at Fido's antics and games. | Source
Nana and Papa with no other plans.
Nana and Papa with no other plans.

What’s more delightful

than the giggle of babes,

tickled at Fido’s

antics and games.

How sweet is his face,

when Daddy comes home,

reaching his arms

to the heart that he owns.

O the thrill that is felt

amusing the grands,

Nana and Papa

with no other plans

Tantrums unfolding with cranky despair.
Tantrums unfolding with cranky despair. | Source

Then there’s the times

when temper’s do flare,

tantrums unfolding

with cranky despair.

That means it’s bedtime,

Mom lays him to sleep,

praying he’ll settle

without a making a peep.

...nine months later bear more fruit from their action.
...nine months later bear more fruit from their action.
They leave home for college and Mom and Dad cry.
They leave home for college and Mom and Dad cry.

Mom and dad snuggle

while the going is good,

until baby disturbs them

while they’re knocking on wood.

They run to the crib,

insert binky in mouth,

throw in a blankie

and change what’s down south.

And so they return

to overdue passion,

and nine months later

bear more fruit from their action.

Next thing you know,

after blinking an eye,

they leave home for college,

and Mom and Dad cry.

Two years down the road

they're back jobless and broke,

and all the folks' future plans

have gone up in smoke.

Future plans gone up in smoke.


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© 2017 Lori Colbo


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      Robert Elias Ballard 3 weeks ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      Great poem! Our son have married and left the nest but they have given us 4 precious grandchildren. For much of the time when our boys were small I worked evenings and missed out on some of the everyday things mentioned in your poem but as a retired old grandpa I am catching up. I now have so much more appreciation for my wife and all the intricacies of rearing young children. Love your illustrations! Thanks for sharing.

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      Eric Dierker 3 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Lori, what a fun read filled with memories.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 weeks ago from The Caribbean

      Can relate to the sweet feeling of watching the grand kids get in and out of situations, although I pray for a happier ending. You're a good poet, Lori.

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      Lori Colbo 3 weeks ago from Pacific Northwest

      Robert, I know a lot of fathers and even some mothers are robbed of time with their little ones because of job responsibilities. But being a grandparent is so amazing. Congrats on your four blessings.

      Eric, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

      Dora, thank you.

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      William Kovacic 2 weeks ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      This was a fun read, Lori. Brought back a lot of good memories. Now, I;m reliving it with my grandchildren - six girls and one boy. I grew up in a house with three sisters and one brother, Then I moved on to one wife, three daughters and one son. I've definitely been outnumbered my entire life.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      A wonderful and delightful poem. My hubby's son has a 2 and 1/2 year old daughter. It is amazing how fast they grow. Here we had photos of her as a baby and now she is walking and has a mind of her own. Lost that baby chubbiness and is turning into a beautiful little girl.

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      Lori Colbo 2 weeks ago from Pacific Northwest

      Gypsy, it is truly wonderful to see our babies ad grandbabies to grow and mature into people. Have fun.

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