by | Nov 26, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

New life, little heart
Big love, to impart
Tiny fingers, tiny toes
Rosy cheeks, button nose
A newborns cry
A whispered sigh,
Of contentment

A joy to behold
More precious than gold
Rewarding, fulfilling
Many hands all-willing
To hold to cuddle
All in a huddle,
Of admiration

A Mothers joy, a Fathers pride
A wee soul a life to guide
First steps, first word
Endless questions to be heard
Oh such happy times
Of softly sang lullabies,
And nursery rhymes

Be thankful as you sweetly sing
for the gift of a child
is a wondrous thing
For Samuel William


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