A tiny fist
Uncurls,
Reaching out
It grasps a finger;
Holding on
Not letting go,
It senses security.
Warm smiles
Generate more smiles
And joy
Begets more joy.
Can a man
Resist the searching fingers
Of a babe in arms?
Is his heart
So callous and cold
As not to feel
An irresistible urge
To welcome
A child into this world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There is something about a baby that makes you want to smile. The innocence and the purity. A lovely poem which says so much.