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!