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Poetry lovers beware!  My first (and probably last) crack at poetry since high school…

Ode to a baby, so simple and pure.
Ode to a baby, wordless wonder you are.

New to the world, you beautiful soul.
Who will you be, what will you do?
What things will you see and where will you go?

Watching and learning and bouncing and squirming.
Giggling and growing and bumping and rolling.

Ok, I admit, it’s not always perfect, it’s sometimes insane.
Some days are a bumble and my sleepy eyes are in pain!

But, in the big picture, you’re still very cute.
I tell all those around me, ‘You’re a riot, what a hoot!’

Nine months in my tummy was just not enough
So, now I’ll smoosh you and squeeze you and love you and stuff.

I’ll kiss all those fingers.
Toes, cheeks and nose.
And when you make those sweet gurgley sounds, OH, you know  I love those!

I’ll soak up each moment, my beautiful love.
When I tote you around on me, you fit like a glove.

But, I’m sorry to say, it goes all too fast,
Like a broken record I say, ‘look how you do this, just look at that!’.

Toddler-hood looming, each day that goes past.
Tiny hands turn to big paws extraordinarily fast.

When I think to the future, in days far away
I hope that I can, I hope that I might…
Remember the feel of that babe I held on to so tight.