Baby's cry, a baby's dream, and one so sweet. Little hands, little feet, little mouth, little ears, little nose, and little eyes. Hair like the touch of silk and skin like soft stemmed pedals of a flower. When, their quite they are either sleeping, or intent with curiosity. They want to explore every nook and crany. Their wide eyed and ready to do all sorts of things. You never know what's going to happen next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem