Who me? 

Ron grabbed the newsprints 

And went on his run 

I wondered how I'd get 

The Secret Santa Gift done. 

I could print a beautiful design 

Ask Petra to fix up the spring 

But would it hold up 

And not get unsprung. 

That's when Myna dropped in 

She looked radiant and beaming 

We walked back to the café 

to where the twins were sleeping. 

We had tea and muffins 

I told her all the gossip 

And filled her in on all the news 

And the unfolding drama. 

Time goes by fast with a friend 

Finally, she asked her question 

Surprised and dumbfounded 

I tried to hide my tension. 

I tugged at my shirt sleeve 

Me? 

Luca's Godmother? 

How could I be? 

It should be some other. 

 Someone better ... 

A guide tough yet constant and caring 

Who would be there for him 

Like a parent. 

I had to refuse 

I was about to say no 

When a loud squeal rang out 

And everyone was on the go. 

Dough flew over the counter 

Loren and AJ rushed out 

Myna followed with the babies 

"Wait for me!" 

Gyn gave a shout.