Cheryl Swain Burbage


Sweet child, I heard your baby laughter,
And it lives in my heart forever after.
Your tiny fingers entwined in my hair,
And you chortled as you held them there.
The smell of you, so fresh and sweet,
From your curly head to your soft pink feet.
The giggly look on your happy face,
Time from my memory can never erase.
And the laughter that bubbled out of you,
Made my heart sing with laughter too.

My precious babe, you've grown so tall,
I scarce can look at you at all.
Without I stretch to meet your eyes,
Bur forever my heart will guard its prize.
The memory of that baby touch,
That tickled my flesh and soul so much.
The feel of you cradled on my arm,
Holding you safe from every harm.
And knowing that deep in the man you be,
Is the laughing child who held on to me.

Written with love for my son. Happy birthday, Darling.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2009

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