Little baby
Precious thing
Sweet miracle
On a swing
Bundle of joy
Sweet of heart
Rocking gently
We never part
Little feet
Little toes
Little fingers
Little nose
Light as a feather
With curling hair
This little baby
That I did bare
Whisper softly
As my baby sleeps
A shooting star
Across the sky it creeps
Twilight comes
And crickets sing
I hum a soft song
And love is what it brings.
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Poetry
PoetryThis book is going to be a collection of all the poems that I have written throughout the years. Not many are good, and I'm still working on improving myself, but the thought of people reading them makes me happy. Please feel free to leave comments...
