Babies Are Gifts Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding babies in my arms, feeling their warmth and
love when looking into my eyes, seeing their total
trust emanating from their wide smiles as they look
at my face.

Such beauty is not found anywhere, but on the face
of a baby as it is held lovingly, being blessed by
the gift of it's life.

An intelligent being, starting out in life with trust
that will carry them through turmoil and turbulence
surely coming their way as they grow and mature.

Being nurtured spiritually by their mother's will
give them hope, promised by God when they left the
folds of heaven before being born here on earth.