by Flying Solo

Is there anything more dreadful than a cold grey November day?

What could brighten it?


How about a ray of sunshine, bundled in a soft pink blanket?

That will do nicely – I say!

Within moments of emerging from the warm womb

The arrival of my one and only niece

The little sausage

Is broadcasted everywhere.

From Tehran to LA and every dot in between

Blackberries ring, monitors ping, cell phones sing

She is here. Oh yes – she is here


A multitude of phone calls criss-cross

The Atlantic, the Pacific

Even the Baltic and the Adriatic

She has arrived – She is here

Hip hip Hooray

From the moment of conception

To the moment of birth

Each and every move of this little bean

Is avidly observed

By jubilant grandparents

Many uncles and aunts

Prim and proper female cousins

And rambunctious male ones

Two goodly brothers

An ecstatic father

A roundish expectant mother

Hold hands and cuddle tight

As they wait for the delight   

She is coming – She is on her way

We see her move in the womb

We see her get bigger

And give her Mummy the first quiver   

A kick was delivered

A tiny heart beat was registered

All this down the phone line – we heard.   

After each visit to the doctor, we’d ask

What did he say?

How long will this wait last?   

She is well.  Soon here she’ll be  

The final excruciatingly slow weeks drag and drag

We can barely contain our brag

The final touch to the nursery is complete

For the tiny rose – the ultimate treat

A brother loses half of his room – willingly

Another gives up part of the bathroom – seemingly!  

Banisters are secured

Windows draped

Corners and edges, firmly caped

A crib in cream-colored maple

A cradle lined with lace.

Soft toys, dolls and oodles of clothing

Find on shelves and in drawers, their place

A collective gnaw at nails and knuckles begins

The family gathers for the final stretch

A whole tribe starts to pray

For grace

We hear of the dilation – centimeter after centimeter

We wring our hands, wait and wait

Another ring on the phone – and a few moments later

Our monitors are splashed with the first picture of a new daughter

A miracle, a joy – one wonderful treasure

A big head (ouch), huge red cheeks, a tiny mouth

Half-moon closed eyes, cute ears - a full head of hair  

She is a darling – an angel. Nothing can compare

We shed tears at the first feeding

As she puts her rosebud lips to the breast half sleeping

And later while she is carried outside

We curse the cold London air for touching this little bride   

A picture in front of the house

Flowers, balloons and loads of smiles

Brothers ever so happy

Mother exhausted - elated, bright

And the father – overjoyed, grinning with pride

We see the first bath

Of the little poppet

A tiny tush

Curled up limbs

A round tummy

Fingers and toes wiggling silly


The first real smile

Is that a dimple on her right cheek?

What a poser? What a charmer?

She looks like Baba! Oh no – more Mama

Hang on – chimes in the old Nanny

Those are the eyes of one classy Grandma!

Across the waters, the old lady beams

And for now - everyone agrees

Inside of a week everybody has forgotten

The life they once had before her   

We have yet to hold her

But have already opened

A huge space in our hearts

With adoration for her

She is everything one could ever want in a baby

Health, Hope and Happiness

A bright future

We send our plea to the One above

A wonderful life for this newborn we request

And please - lots of love

Life will never be the same

Life is better now, we know

For what could possibly be grander than a new she

Right before the winter snow.

Welcome Sweetie.  Welcome to our world.


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Jeesh Daram


by Jeesh Daram on

In all your writings you present a mastery of painting harmonious words with allegories and thoughtful abstracts. Always a delight to read.

Flying Solo

Thank you

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HollyUSA: That is wonderful. Aznavor is a personal favorite. Thank you.


Congrats Solo

by HollyUSA on

And I can't believe nobody has posted this yet so here you go:

Flying Solo

Thank you

by Flying Solo on

Dear Anahid: Thank you for your kind words.

Nazy Jan: It's wonderful to be an aunt to a little pink bundle. Thank you for the good wishes. 

Nazy Kaviani

قدم نورسیده مبارک!

Nazy Kaviani

A lovely and loving poem for a sweet little girl. A most touching and appropriate way to welcome her into the world. I can feel already that she is a lucky girl to have stepped into this love. Thank you for sharing Solo Jan.

Multiple Personality Disorder

Yes, I agree with you dear Solo

by Multiple Personality Disorder on

They are all precious.

Red Wine


by Red Wine on

Let's dance ...


Anahid Hojjati

Solo jan,great poem. It conveys all feelings a new birth brings.

by Anahid Hojjati on


Dear Solo, I loved your poem.  It is all beautiful and so true where you write:

"And for now - everyone agrees

Inside of a week everybody has forgotten

The life they once had before her"   

I also liked the back and forth extra poems between you and MPD here. Thanks.

Flying Solo

Diddle dee diddle dee dot

by Flying Solo on




A dot is a dot is a dot

Good Grief – I must have hit a spot

A “He” or a “She”

They both start from a dot

But most surely, do you not agree

They each have a different trot


A “He” or a “She”

Whichever it may be

Both darlings, both precious

Both as cute as a bumble bee


Now if you would excuse me

This humble novice

Shall bid good night to thee



by yolanda on

 Thank you, MPD, for the "rival" poems, LOL!!!!!!

Thank you, Flying Solo, for the "rebuttal" poem, which seems to rhyme even more than your main poem, maybe because the rebuttal poem is a lot shorter!

Thank you all for the fun & down-to-earth poems! Yeah!!!

Delaram Banafsheh (Yolanda)

"Cactus in the Desert"

Multiple Personality Disorder

You don't give a dot!

by Multiple Personality Disorder on



I never said "He"
I never said "She"
don't put words in the mouth of me
I said no difference it makes
Whatever it takes
to have a baby filled with love
A baby as beautiful as a dove
No difference to speak of

No one grander than the other 

You don't say; you don't give a dot?!
Why not!
Do you realize what we've got?
You forgot?
You don't give a dot!
Why not!

We have gender apartheid
We have street fight
over who's right
who's not
Boys and girls on the move
Gender equality they behoove
Do you approve?
Do you want things to improve?
Then none grander than the other
All as beautiful as a flower

O!  I forgot about baby back ribs
Yes!  They're all delicious in the cribs 



by Omid B on

On "the streets," we call that freestyle. You go girl.



Flying Solo


by Flying Solo on

Well - you asked for it, mate!


Sexist is OK - as long as (s)he is sexy

Racist is just fine – if only (s)he is racy

A bigot – oh yes please, why not?

Flying Solo is not likely to give a dot!


Been to Ozark, been to Arak

Both I found the same

The Mullah, The Monarch

I’d say – heck  - that’s the same silly game


Mickey, Ricky, Peter or Jim

Nancy, Miranda, Sarah or Jane

So much better I'd say as long as they be trim and not plain


"He" you say

I say "She"

But tell us MPD - if you please

Has a soul ever turned down baby back reeeebs*?


(* - poetic license to mean 'ribs'!) 

Multiple Personality Disorder

Grander than She!

by Multiple Personality Disorder on



Disclaimer:  Do not take me seriously.

Hear this from MPD:
In Britain they say
You’re taking the “Mickey”
Hey!  Why do you say, “what could possibly be grander than a new She”?!

This, obviously
a sexist remark!
because, you say, “grander than a new “She“?!
“what could possibly be”?!
May I dare to say, “He“!

He’ll be called Mark
He’ll grow up in the ballpark
He’ll climb the mountains of Ozark
He’ll kill the big White Shark
He’ll embark
on a journey to Arak
Where he may
become the next Monarch

What’s grander than “He”?  I say.
“He”, “She”.
Both, beauty
Both, bounty
He’ll grow up to be a goalie
She’ll grown up to be a sweetie
She’ll excel in history
He’ll grow a goatee
She’ll grow a pony
He’ll become husky
She’ll become pretty

I could go on and on
but don’t frown
I am not a moron
All I say,
there is no difference between “She” or “He”
None grander than the other
Is that what you say?
Solo, by yourself fly
But, is that game,
to say
“She”, “He”, the same?

(Ctrl Cee, Ctrl Vee)

Flying Solo

Thank you

by Flying Solo on


I appreciate your kind comments. This is my first attempt at rhyme. Jahanshah has kindly called it poetry. :)

Mehrban: I have been meaning to tell you that I think the world of your handle and avatar.

Omid B:  Yes - being an aunt - again - feels wonderful.

Mr. Gholikhani: I enjoy your work very much.

Yolanda: Most Iranian families are more like big tribes - which actually puts an army to shame. :)  You have chosen a lovely farsi name.

Red Wine: Merci bien.

Red Wine


by Red Wine on

nice ... liked it .



by yolanda on

 Thank you for the beautiful poem! Babies are always cute! It is amazing that she got an army of relatives!

Delaram Banafsheh (Yolanda)

"Cactus in the Desert"

Orang Gholikhani


by Orang Gholikhani on

Nice Poem



Khosh omad!

by Omid B on

As an uncle of two young hes... I loved this! 





by Mehrban on