Nestled In her mother’s arms
Petal soft and cooing
She can melt the hardest heart
with no apparent wooing
Tiny one who’s presence here
Brightens even shadowed days
Washed my heart with happiness
With her trusting infant gaze
Grace they named you. Grace you are
Blessings showered from above
May your days be filled with joy
Always cradled with our love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem