Baby

A precious little angel face

A tiny upturned nose

A precious little rosebud mouth

Tiny fingers and toes

At last you know the magic of love

That fills a mother’s heart

When she holds that longed for baby

Closely to her heart

And father too will know the joy

From their baby made from love

He’ll cherish and protect them both

And give thanks to god above

Jean Burns nee Briscoe