Kathie Lee Gifford wrote the following poem in late autumn 1989 in one single afternoon after she heard the news that she was pregnant with her son Cody. This is from her book, I Can't Believe I Said That. Last year I read the poem at Cutter House Faculty Tea, deeply moving the audience.

I wanted ribbons and ruffles and rainbows and frills.
I'll get cowboys and Indians and bad guys and thrills.
Fat little fingers and bruised little knees
And hanging by monkey arms high in the trees
How will I handle him? What will I say?
Will I be enough when his dad goes away?
Will I understand him or be too quick to scold?
Will I have patience or has patience grown old?
His little-boy thoughts are a mystery to me
Long before I know him, my little Cody
Will I have wisdom when he longs for a reason
Why grass grows or snow falls with every new season?
Perhaps I can tell him when he longs to know
How little girls feel when his love starts to grow
He'll look at his mother and understand finally
And maybe he'll think of me often and kindly.




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