A Tradition of Poems

Hello Everybody, I (Aaron) come from a long line of writers of cheesy poems. A few years ago I wrote a lil' poem to tell our friends and family that Nan was pregnant with Dillon. Here it is:

Our Secret Something

Hey there Fam! How do you do?
Boy, have we got something for you.

This “something” is something you don’t want to miss,
So hold on to your hats, y’all ready for this?

It’s really quite simple, but how do we start?
Sometimes it is hard to speak from the heart.

Perhaps we’ll begin by giving you clues,
Perhaps – if you’re smart – you can guess our new news.

If you do have a guess, and you’d be so kind,
We ask you to please keep your guess in your mind.

Just bite your tongue, don’t blurt it out loud,
Don’t ruin the end for the rest of the crowd.

So zip up your lips, seal them with glue,
And open your ears, ‘cause here’s the first clue.

Our something’s not big, not large, and not tall,
Our something is little, it’s petite, and it’s small.

Nope, not a coin, nor pebble, nor key,
Nor is it something you’ll find in the sea.
Our something is small, and it has lots of wrinkles,
And it’s not made of sugar like frosting and sprinkles.

Nope, not a raisin, not a bed-sheet, or shirt.
Not a wrinkly puppy dog rolling in the dirt.

Are you having trouble guessing? C’mon, you have to think.
Here’s another clue – our something’s kinda pink.

Nope, not a flower, not a lollipop, or pig,
Nor is it a necktie I picked up in Leipzig.

Our something is pink and wrinkly, but also really sweet,
But it’s not cake and ice cream; it’s not a thing you eat.

Think of something small and pink, lovable and new.
What’s a thing to cuddle with, a thing to be close to?

Nope, not a teddy-bear, not a blanket or a pillow,
Our something’s not a quilt or a fuzzy pussy-willow.

Our something is something living; with a heartbeat, lungs, and head,
It’s something that breathes in and out; it isn’t something dead.

Nope, not a monkey, not a kitty, nor a lizard,
Our something’s not a strutting rooster, grateful for his gizzard.

Our something isn’t here yet, but we're sure it's on its way.
Our something should arrive in the merry month of May.

Yet it won’t come by mail, some say it comes by stork.
But our something comes from heaven, not from China or New York.

Our something isn’t far; it’s inside of my dear wife.
Nan gives our something love, she gives our something life.

Ok. That’s all. That’s it. Are all the clues enough?
I think you know our something after hearing all this stuff.

So should I tell you? I just don’t know. Yes? No? Maybe?
It’s just so exciting, I can’t hold it in – we’re gonna have a BABY!

Well, in keeping with the tradition, we're happy to announce that there is another poem! Nan and I came up with this and read it to our families over Christmas to spread the news--now we're sharing it with all of you. The poem talks about different members of our families and the great things to look forward to in 2008.

2008

It’s the end of December, the end of the year,
And wasn’t ’07 just great!?!
Our hearts overflowing with holiday cheer,
We’re ready to welcome ’08.

The Lord is so giving; we all are so blessed
As on the past we reflect.
A new year beginning, let’s give it our best,
Here’s just a few things to expect.

For the Hobbs family much is in store.
The Mission Home always is hoppin’!
Zone conference, transfers, sick elders, and more,
But Mom and Dad Hobbs just ain’t stoppin’!

Brittany’s a senior at Providence High,
Come June she will don cap and gown.
In August she’ll be on her way to the Y
To join Jason in sweet Cougartown!

Speaking of Jason, he’s just so dang smart.
Ace O-Chem? Just how does he do that?
But his BYU classes are only the start,
This summer he’s taking the MCAT.

With Kamie, her fam, Heather, Richelle,
There’s just too much fun for this list.
In their crazy lives you never can tell,
Baptisms, weddings—you get the gist.

The Chandler home could be so quiet these days,
All except Lauren are gone.
But she makes up for the quiet in so many ways,
There’s still quite a lot going on.

She’s dancing and singing but that is not all,
She’s also excelling in school.
A big Twin Falls Bruin she’ll be in the fall,
And then she will really be cool! L

uke is a Cougar; his year has been awesome.
But he’s anxious to go do some fishin’.
As a fisher of men he’ll help the Church blossom,
This year he’ll be serving a mission.

For Amy and Shane it will surely be crazy
‘Cause Carson and Cade are around.
Those two newborn babies won’t let you be lazy,
We’re so glad they are here safe and sound.

A summer in Utah for Lindsay and Wynn
To help him in his education.
There also will be a new temple in Twin—
Can’t wait for the spring dedication.

As for Natalie, Dillon, and me,
’08 will surely be fun.
After three years of study I’ll have my J.D.,
It’s hard to believe I’ll be done.

And early next fall I will start making money!
But first I must pass the exam.
And the bar exam folks—it just isn’t funny,
So in June and July I will cram.

And somewhere in there—we still need to plan—
I’ll pack up my wife and our boy,
And load all our stuff in a big U-Haul van
And move us all to Illinois.

One other thing—right around July third—
Another small something to do.
We already have the doc’s final word,
We’re going to have Number Two!
Oh, 2008… I can hardly wait.