Day Old Child

I love this poem.  Babies bring such a neat feeling and spirit into your home because they are so fresh from Heaven!

Day Old Child

By Carol Lynn Pearson

My day-old child lay in my arms.

With my lips against his ear

I whispered strongly, “How I wish-

I wish that you could hear;

I’ve a hundred wonderful things to say

(A tiny cough and a nod)

Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

So I can tell you about God.”

My day-old baby’s mouth was still

And my words only tickled his ear.

But a kind of a light passed through his eyes,

And I saw this thought appear:

“How I wish I had a voice and words;

I’ve a hundred things to say.

Before I forget I’d tell you of God-

I left Him yesterday.”

Here are my day old children: