Kiss those little
hands and feet.
Curl`ed toes
and fingers neat.
Little face
with rosebud lips.
Kiss babe all
to fingertips.
Kiss babes feet
sweet up to thumb.
Kiss as much
as you have done.
Kiss as much
as you are able.
Then lay love gently
in the cradle.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Into retrievable nostalgia Ma’am you’ve put me …as history repeats and also completes I’ll do the same …lolol Ms. Nivedita UK