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TO MARY, by MAURETTE CHRISTOPHER First Line: Upon my knees my little baby lies Last Line: How dear his hands and tiny wrinkled feet! Subject(s): Babies; Faces; Jesus Christ; Infants | ||||||||
Upon my knees my little baby lies And smiles back at the smile within my eyes; And when I catch his sweet, soft face to me I wonder had you greater ecstasy. I've garments fashioned with especial care Which hope alone had made for him to wear. But could long years roll back and could I go To that small manger where you lay so low There would be nothing in my baby's hoard That I could offer to an infant Lord. Perhaps no hint there would reach out to me To tell your mission, that the Christ was He; And I'd just wait on you with tenderest care, I'd stroke your face and your bright shining hair; And that small Babe, because my own's so sweet How dear His hands and tiny wrinkled feet! | Other Poems of Interest...IDEAS ONLY GO SO FAR by MATTHEA HARVEY A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER |
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