In October
Of ‘23
Her quest begins
With giggling glee

Her GPS signifies
She’ll arrive roundabout
The Fourth
Of July

Like a benign
Meteorite
She hurls through space
With palatial grace

Her lifelong life
About to begin
She commences with
Both kindred and friends

Mom and Dad
Are her
Landing
Pad

She’s
Aiming to
Land in
Their laps

Mary Murphy
Hang glides through
The galaxies

Mesmerized
By their
Totality

She is bubbling
With anticipation
As she nears
Her destination

She’s a beautiful
Ball of fire
Dressed in her
Earthly attire
Her parents are
Beside themselves
Seeing themselves
In Mary’s smiles

They’ve been expecting her
For a good nine months
Welcoming her home
In time for lunch

Mary Murphy
Is as pretty
As can
Be

Sitting
Beside her
Is sheer
Ecstasy

Her wheels
Are turning
With eager
Thoughts

One day our
Baby astronaut
May teach us all what
She’s been taught

Mary's cheeks
Oh so rosy
Can only belong
To Mary Rose

Mary Murphy
Mary Murphy
Mary Murphy
Mary Rose Murphy