Once A Baby Poem by Elizabeth Wrobel

Once a baby, once very small
Not remembering anything, anything at all.
Even though a child may not remember the moments parents treasure,
Those are the moments that will last them forever.
Looking up at you with those trusting eyes,
Now he's scrunching his face, soon he cries.
He holds your finger tightly, determined not to let go,
Holding on for dear life to anyone he gets to know.
While you're supporting his head,
He's looking around curious to hear what's being said.
Sleeping all day, though he doesn't at night,
Feed him and change him, sleep another hour he might.
This miracle granted to a husband and wife,
God blessed them with a precious new life.