When I told my daughter Stefani that I was trying to think of a poem-a-day for the month of April, she asked me to write a poem about joy. I asked her if she meant “joy” as in happiness or blissfulness, or if she meant “Joy” as in the name that she’s recently started calling herself (for some reason still unbeknownst to me). She replied, “Either one.”
Well, I thought for my daughter’s sake that I’d give it a try. I really can’t wrap my head around calling her Joy, because to me she’s always been — and will always be — Stefani. (It makes me wonder if, when Cher thinks of her firstborn, does she first think my daughter Chastity, or does her mind automatically now think my son, Chaz?) So, I tried to write a poem about the blissfulness of joy. But I just kept drawing a blank. Then I tried to write a poem about my daughter with the word, or rather the name Joy included. This comical rhyme is what was born:
(That’s Baby Stefani and me above – a brand new teenage mom. Can you tell I had absolutely no clue what I was doing?)
Ode to Joy, Ode to Stefani
By: Rachel Carrera
This poem is for my daughter, Stefani,
Who calls herself Joy.
When she eats Chinese food,
She picks out the bok choy.
She likes to take road trips,
Like to Ohio and Illinois;
And she is as stunning and beautiful
As Helen of Troy.
When she was small, she would beg,
Or sometimes act coy,
When we’d go shopping together
And she wanted a new toy.
If you cross her, she might scheme
Or possibly use a ploy,
As she thinks of how she might get even,
As she thinks of how she might destroy.
Sometimes, she can get on my nerves,
Sometimes, she can annoy;
But always I love her,
And her company I enjoy.
This poem is for my daughter
Who might call herself Joy,
But to me, she’s my Stefani,
She’s my heart – the real McCoy.