Kota

Kota the Dragon


December 24th, 2008
B Bethard



Katie Baby called me all a titter

it’s the best thing since all a twitter!



Ahmee was typical

It costs a lot



Katie won Ahmee over as likely as not

Because he said she'd help and I love you



So off we go together to the W store

You know the one I mean, and there it is; sitting on the floor



Katie and Ahmee play like kids with the Kota on display

We really want the grandchild to say "its all the rage"



Kota is squished into the Saturn and Ahmee was lucky

They arrived at Katie's apartment without getting into BIG trouble



And there Kota stayed until the big day

Katie and Jason brought Kota over on the eve to play



All was prepared, each had their part to play

Julie is old enough to know to hide means presents are on the way!



We open the door, Kota roars his HELLO in dragonese

But oh my dear! Julie is not prepared for such a surprise



She runs to her Daddy saying "Up please"

And takes a lot of explanation to change the "Up" to "OK"



But finally Kota the Dragon is offered her highest regard

When Julie lets Monkey take a ride without fear or a guard



For Julie, Kota the Dragon may well be the first instance

When be careful what you wish for begins to make sense



Or perhaps, for Ahmee, the labels on toys stating

Appropriate for age such and such to such and such

Should be more carefully considered



Because although it is true that Julie is precocious and ahead of the rest

Perhaps in some ways she needs less of the best and more of toddler mess



For in the end, as it has always been, the box they came in

and the balls for the stocking stuffers were received with delight



And the toy that grownups were so proud to present

Brought tears and wishes that money had not been spent



For although the baby may love her Kota one day,

What hurt Ahmee were the looks of disappointment



From the adults in training and not even a thank you

For the ones who worked so hard for this day





SO, let this be a lesson to you, all those who have Grand-Babies

Or for those who wish they knew



The truest gift of any season is still the one you cannot see

The best thing one can give or receive is still just you, yourselves



So put the adults in training in the back room or out the door

And play with the grand-babies in the front hall



Throw the ball against the wall and giggle and wiggle on the floor



They are not yours, no more than the ones you have birth certificates for

Far better to pinch them and squeeze them and kiss them now



Than to wish you had

Forevermore