21. I Love You
I love your brown eyes
I love your button nose
I love your messy morning hair
and your teeny, tiny toes
I love your brown eyes
I love your button nose
I love your messy morning hair
and your teeny, tiny toes
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Ten tiny fingers,
Ten tiny toes,
Two little eyes,
And one little nose.
It's so nice to see a mother's perspective of their very own little child. I really hope I didn't disappoint my mom and her expectations for me. I think I love baby poems the most because...
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I watched a little face sleeping,
Eyelashes fluttering so,
I wondered of the dream you were having,
and if Angels were playing there.
This is a letter to you to prepare you for life.
You have a beautiful mommy and a hard working daddy.
A few aunts ready to spoil you rotten and a grandma and grandpa that are ready for their first grandchild
But you have a long road ahead of you.
The angels took the April skies
And made two bright and shining eyes.
They plucked a sunbeam here and there
And spun his locks of golden hair.
It was a cold and frosty morning
in the heart of winter's breath,
when Joe and Thelma readied
for a life they had yet to meet.
The road to town was an hour long,
a ribbon through fields of white,
and this--child number eight--
kicked softly, urging them on.
Excitement hummed like lantern light
inside their weathered car,
for chores still waited back at home,
the farm still pulling at their sleeves.
But some things can't be delayed--
a baby comes when a baby must.
They left the others bundled tight,
small faces pressed to frosted glass,
watching their parents disappear
into the quiet afternoon.
As you lay there in your crib,
Watching the mobile go around,
A smile comes upon your face,
And I couldn't make a sound.
We welcome to the world,
Your little baby boy,
Oh, isn't he just
A bundle of joy.