I haven't seen that poem but I am stuck at home and worried about my friends and family who work in health care and groceries, and I just wrote a poem for you, your friend and her newborn. Here it is:

Mother: I wish you a safe delivery, with wellness through and beyond.
Child: I wish you entry into a world where people will wake up Nov. 3 and vote out the Dotard.
Friend: I wish you food, shelter, warmth, hope.

I know that is some corny bullshit, but it's all I got.

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