Wit.By.Brit
Brittany Oliver - Author/Poet
Custom Poetry
A custom poem makes an excellent gift for a loved one, a thoughtful present for expecting parents, or even a treasured grandparent keepsake. The options are endless!
How does it work?
Well, if provided enough information - I can create a customized poem just for you!
What does it cost?
$70 CAN
(E-transfer accepted once deadline agreed upon)
Generally, the poem will fit onto one page. The nature of writing poetry is that they may vary slightly in length in order to achieve a good end result. If you specifically would like something longer or shorter let me know
What are helpful things for me to know?
Is it for a special occasion?
Who is the intended recipient?
What's the tone you are going for? Heartfelt or humorous?
Any specific details that helps me paint a picture about the person/relationship/situation you would like me to write about.
*Custom poems will only be posted on social media/published on the website with your permission.
*Framing not included, final product will be sent via email on plain pdf
Submit the form below to begin the process or email any inquiries to wit.by.brit@gmail.com
This poem was given as a baby shower gift to a Mom expecting her third child (after having two boys):
"Melodee"
I’ve waited for you,
For as long as I can remember,
My daughter, my girl,
My sweet song of December.
Your Dad and your brothers,
They’ve waited too.
Nervous and eager,
To find out if it’s true.
A daughter and sister,
For our number three.
Do you think she will be
A small version of me?
How deeply I’ve dreamt of you,
willed you right here.
Long before pregnancy,
I knew you were near.
But I still couldn’t believe it,
What a crazy thing to think…
That I would bring my baby home,
To her nursery of pink.
I realize now, the reason,
You took your time to come,
It wasn’t where you’re going,
It was where you’re coming from.
You were far too busy being loved,
By the women who came first,
They cradled you, adored you,
Satisfied your thirst.
All the mother’s mothers,
That our family ever knew.
Kept you safe for all those days,
Until your time with them was through.
And when that time arrived,
They released you to my care.
With gentle, tender whispers,
That they’d always be right there.
So my baby, my daughter,
My sweet Melodee,
The one who played and laughed and frolicked,
Underneath the family tree,
I know you carry with you,
The wisdom of our kin.
We welcome you with open arms,
To let this life begin.
*decorative paper and frame not included, you will receive the poem and can present /showcase it however you wish
Another baby shower gift for a mom who decorated her daughter's nursery in a wildflower theme:
"Wildflowers"
Sweet baby Ronnie
If you only knew,
The nights that we spent,
Longing for you.
I imagine you felt it,
Our love, and its powers.
It showed you the way,
As you danced in the flowers.
We called out to you,
We promised you this:
That we’d be your comfort.
And you’d be our bliss.
Your Daddy, he’s strong.
Dependable and loyal.
He will keep you grounded.
He will be your soil.
And your Mommy, she is warm,
Full of laughter, life and fun.
Her light will shine down on you.
For she will be your sun.
We already love you,
More than you could know.
And we’ll nurture you, adore you,
Marvel as you grow.
We will work to keep you safe,
We will strive to keep you free.
We will never try to keep you,
From who you’re meant to be.
Because one thing we know is true,
As your soil and your sun,
Is that you belong among the wildflowers
- because my dear, you are one.
This one was a special gift for a mom who spent many years trying to get pregnant:
"Willow"
The branches of a willow tree move with such an ease,
dancing to the quiet song that’s carried on the breeze.
But because the path which brought me you was anything but straight,
to this tranquil, calm existence – I just could not relate.
Yet, the trunk that plants the willow tree,
roots anchored in the clay
shows the strength and perseverance
which allows the rest to sway.
This is where I found myself,
rooted to a dream.
Though every year that passed us,
further did it seem.
My heart, I had to put away,
if only for safekeeping.
Buried ‘neath the weeping tree,
where sheltered, it lay sleeping.
But then the dew of April came,
and I ventured to unearth it.
When the pokes, and prods, and heartaches,
finally, were worth it.
Born into this natural world,
hair of moonless night.
And in a sudden instant,
you made everything alright.
I saw how you and I together,
could dance upon the breeze.
Like all the waving branches,
in all the willow trees.
I’d go through it all again, you know,
not a thing I wouldn’t do.
I’d travel to the edge of worlds,
for the chance to mother you.