Newborn

Tiny little fingers; Teeny little toes. Little breaths escaping from Your itsy bitsy nose. Skin as soft as satin; Lips a perfect bow. Belly up and down as if You’re putting on a show. In your isolette, you doze While visitors all stare, In awe of your existence And just thrilled that you are there. Dream on, brand-new baby, Unaware of all your charms, For we are here to cradle you, Protective in our arms. You’ll never understand the love Your birth has caused to rise Until you’re on the other side And see with grown-up eyes. For now, your job is just to be So settle down and sleep, Cocooned by our emotions, Which are tender, pure and deep.