“Waiting on a Wee One (O’Brien’s Lass)”
with love
There’s laughter in the kitchen,
A hum in every hall.
The O’Briens are all buzzing
Awaiting someone small.
The kettle sings more sweetly,
The days are dressed in cheer,
For a miracle is growing,
And her debut time draws near.
We toss around sweet names like Maeve,
Saoirse, Niamh, or Róisín
Each one like a lullaby
For the baby of our dreams.
She’s Irish, she’s a wonder,
She’s the first of Alden’s line,
With a dad like kindhearted Kevin.
This child is sure to shine.
She’ll bear the name O’Brien,
With pride and grace and grin~
A fierce and gentle warrior,
With all her roots tucked in.
So Alden, through the cravings,
The waddles and the sighs—
Know every ache and flutter
Brings you closer to those eyes.
And Kevin, soon you’ll master
The swaddle and the song—
You’ll rock her through the midnight hours
When the nights feel extra long.
There’s magic in her heartbeat,
There’s stardust in her kicks
And a family here behind her
With open arms and tricks.
We’re counting down the moments
‘Til we meet this mighty lass
The very first O’Brien girl
To shake up all our past.
So here’s to joy and diapers,
To bottles, love, and grace.
We already love her dearly
Though we’ve yet to see her face.
I'm inspired to write for my niece