These Baby Days

These baby days
I rise
see sunlight in your eyes
the brightest smile
and each day’s a surprise.

So much to learn
in turn
I’m learning something, too—
each day’s a gift
as precious as it’s true

And all the while
you smile
though often there are tears
with each new wonder
sorrow disappears.

I’m grateful for
this time
these days of song and rhyme
whipped up by winds—
how happily they chime!

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  1. Aww. Loveliness overload. How adorable. Loved the poem too. Precious are these days of song and rhyme. Yes, by all means, stay there and enjoy the chimes. Blessing you from across the miles.

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