A Child
Tiny fingers wrapped around mine,
Eyes the color of a cloud-
Love from the very first sign;
It's times that this that make you proud.
Cries so sad- it makes you sad,
Rocking in your arms singing a song-
Smiles so pretty it makes you glad;
Knowing all of this is far from wrong.
This child of yours you love so much,
Give it your love from head to toe-
Loving it more with each gentle touch;
Admiring every minute as you watch it grow!
Thank the Lord for this wonderful gift,
Counting fingers and toes next to your lips-
Taking every moment, not going adrift;
Bouncing your child upon your hips!
This is your gift to the World in which we live,
Something to love, guide and mold-
Sharing this with the World with all that you give;
This is by heavens a true piece of gold!
Eyes the color of a cloud-
Love from the very first sign;
It's times that this that make you proud.
Cries so sad- it makes you sad,
Rocking in your arms singing a song-
Smiles so pretty it makes you glad;
Knowing all of this is far from wrong.
This child of yours you love so much,
Give it your love from head to toe-
Loving it more with each gentle touch;
Admiring every minute as you watch it grow!
Thank the Lord for this wonderful gift,
Counting fingers and toes next to your lips-
Taking every moment, not going adrift;
Bouncing your child upon your hips!
This is your gift to the World in which we live,
Something to love, guide and mold-
Sharing this with the World with all that you give;
This is by heavens a true piece of gold!
Published by Deneale K. Williams
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