Tiny hands, tiny feet
Tiny kisses are so sweet
Little fingers, little toes
Lots of laughter very few woes
As they play through the world amazed they wander
Joyful peace as they slumber for tired mothers and it's no wonder
But with all the work that babies are
They are better then the worlds fame and riches by far
When you are down they give you a loving lift
They truly are Gods special little gift.
Written when I was about 11 and started babysitting my first of a very long line of nephews and nieces.
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