Precious gift from the lord above.
Little sleepy heads
Little hands curling up
Eyes closed
Sweat faces
Caring dreams
Delightful sights
Warm blankets
Sweet hellos
Soft pillow
Little toes
Tiny heartbeats
It's a huge blessing to able to be a mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply a beautiful poem, Jeanne :) learning to appreciate the small things that grow up to be a huge part of your life. grate write 8) -W