Baby Poem

My Little Princess You're A Stranger

As close as a mother feels to her baby, in essence they are still strangers. The baby is made up of mommy and daddy's genes, but how she'll turn out, we have no idea.

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Very cute poem, reminded me of when my daughter first came into the world xx

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Angel

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Published: February 2006

Such a pretty stranger,
Precious like an angel.
Tiny fingers of gold,
Looks like her mommy's mold.
With a small button nose,
Her daddy's little toes.
She has platinum blonde hair,
So bright you can't stare.
Skin silky as a dream,
Carrying the color cream.
Her lips show a little quiver,
As her body holds a shiver.
Wrap her up and keep her close,
A mother is the path you chose.
Beautiful child deep in sleep,
I don't want to hear you weep.
My little princess you're a stranger,
God's most precious dearest angel.

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  • by Ellie, Southampton
  • 8 years ago

Very cute poem, reminded me of when my daughter first came into the world xx

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