Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BABYHOOD, by MRS. GEORGE RINGHOFER
First Line: A baby nestles in my arms
Last Line: You were a gift sent to our door.
Subject(s): Babies; Infants
A baby nestles in my arms,
His face in innocence clad --
Eyes somewhat wistful,
A pure, dimpled, little lad.
In so short a time
You have become so very dear.
God only knows what we would do,
Were you not here.
Each task only makes you dearer,
Every tear makes us love you more,
Your smiles add happiness to us;
You were a gift sent to our door.
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