Sleeping sweet in the swaddled cloth,
Tender indeed wonder is my baby’s skin,
My baby’s fingers curl around my finger,
Pedaling feet punching brisk on my face,
Swinging those tiny hands in joy of grace,
The sweet melody on ears is the soft gurgle,
Hair so soft and neat shining clear in purple,
Tiny sparkling eyes blink looking up and down,
Days to kiss those tender cheeks of my own,
To gaze in delight the light baby brings.
The baby will be my hope, my strength and my life.
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