Oh innocent bundle of love!
Gift of the future from above.
Soft, tiny hands clutch each other,
Reaching for your mother.
Your neck, still too weak,
Nods your head, as you seek
To see what makes the sounds
Of love and laughter
In the room around.
Lying in your mother's arm,
Your innocence, a mesmerizing charm.
A tiny bundle, you fill the room
With your sweet perfume,
Sweeping away all gloom.
Your feet remind me of my own;
But mine have grown
Rough from the paths of life.
I look to see through your new eyes;
To see beyond strife
And lies.
Soft, sweet, defenselessness,
Inflaming our senses.
Your vulnerable, gentle grace,
Ignites a volcano
Deep inside my soul.
To make this world a better place.
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