Tiny fingers, tiny toes.
Rosebud lips, soft milky breath.
Smoothest skin of silk,
Hair softer than flower petals.
Chubby cheeks, chubby thighs,
Begging to be cuddled.
Sweet child of my heart,
I’ll sing to you softly and watch you slumber.
I’ll treasure each moment for each moment is fleeting.
These are the days that will be etched into my heart when you are no longer small. These are the first days. Our time to bond.