Share this sweet poem with expecting parents

Which Shall It Be?
Some folks pray for a boy,
and some for a golden-haired little girl to come.
Some claim that there’s more joy
Wrapped in the smile of a little boy,
While others pretend that the silky curls
And the plump, pink cheeks of a little girl,
Brings more bliss to the old home place
Than a small boy’s wiggly, little freckled face.
Now, which is better?   I couldn’t say!
If the Lord should ask me to choose today.
If He should put in a call to me
And say, “Now, what shall your order be–
A boy or a girl–I have both in store.
Which of the two are you waiting for?”
I’d say with one of my broadest grins,
“Send either one, if it can’t be twins!”
I’ve heard it said, to some folks’ shame,
That they’d cried with grief when a small boy came,
For they wanted a girl.
And some folks I know who wanted a boy,
Went on so when a girl was sent.
But it seems to me that mothers and fathers should happy be
To think that when the stork has come and gone,
That the Lord would trust them with either one.
A boy or a girl–there can be no choice–
There’s something lovely in either voice!
And all that I ask of the Lord to do
Is see that the mother comes safely through,
And guard the baby and have it well,
with a perfect form and a healthy yell,
And a pair of eyes and lock of hair,
Then boy or girl, its dad won’t care.
-Edgar A. Quest-