A Mother’s Poem
My heart is like a fountain true
That flows and flows with love to you.
As chirps the lark unto the tree
...So chirps my pretty babe to me.
There's not a rose where'er I seek,
As comely as my baby's cheek.
There's not a comb of honey-bee,
So full of sweets as babe to me.
There's not a star that shines on high,
Is brighter than my baby's eye.
There's not a boat upon the sea,
Can dance as baby does to me.
No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mine.
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree.
A little fish swims in the well,
So in my heart does baby dwell.
A little flower blows on the tree,
My baby is the flower to me.
The Queen has sceptre, crown and ball,
You are my sceptre, crown and all.
For all her robes of royal silk,
More fair your skin, as white as milk.
Ten thousand parks where deer do run,
Ten thousand roses in the sun,
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,
My babe more precious is to me.
3 comments:
SO sweet! Can't wait to snuggle that sweet girl! How is she 11 months??
Her looks have hardly changed since birth, she's just grown. I love her smile. She's so sweet. I miss her!
Well that's enough to make you cry! She absolutely, positively can't grow any older. My heart will break when she turns one, as I'm sure yours will too. That precious, precious baby. Those who haven't gotten to spend time with her really have no idea how perfect she is. Can I have her?
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