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Babies &Toddlers

Twice Blessed
Two faces to wash
And four dirty hands;
Two insistent voices
Making demands.
Twice as much crying
When things go wrong;
Then four eyes closing
With slumber song.
Twice as many garments
Blowing on the line.
Two cherubs in the go cart,
Soaking up sunshine.
Work I do for twins
Naturally comes double,
But four arms to hug me
Repay all my trouble.
Azalete Bolger Wells


Lullaby and Goodnight
Lullaby and good night,
With roses delight,
With lilies bespread
In baby’s wee bed.
Lay thee down now and rest,
May thy slumber be blessed.
Lay thee down and rest,
May thy slumber be blessed.All Through the Night
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night.
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Goodnight, Little People
The evening is coming,
The sun sinks to rest,
The rooks are all flying
Straight home to their nest;
“Caw, caw,” says the rook
As he flies over head,
“It’s time little people
Were going to bed.”

The flowers are all closing,
The daisy’s asleep,
The primrose is buried
In slumber so deep;
And shut for the night
Is the pimpernel red,
“It’s time little people
Were going to bed.”

The butterfly drowsy
Has folded its wings,
The bees are returning,
No more the bird sings;
Their labor is over,
Their nestlings are fed,
“It’s time little people
Were going to bed.”

Good-night, little people,
Good-night and good-night,
Sweet dreams to your eyelids
Till dawning of light.
The evening has come,
There’s no more to be said,
“It’s time little people
Were going to bed.”

My Handprints
My gift you see,
Is part of me,
That I want to share with you.

So when I’m old,
You won’t need to be told,
Of the days when I was two.

Walking
Walking walking walking walking,
Seems so easy now,
But I remember when I was small,
And I did not know how.

I would take two steps and then fall down,
And bump my bottom on the ground,
My dad would say, “That’s okay,”
“Try some more another day.”

I would take two steps and then two more,
And fall down on the kitchen floor,
But up I’d stand, dust my hands,
And tell myself I know I can

Fingerprints
Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls
But every day I’m growing
I’ll be grown up some day
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away
So here’s a final handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.

Patience
Give me patience when little hands,
Tug at me with small demands,
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes
And keep my lips from sharp replies,
So in years to come when my house is still
Beautiful memories it’s rooms may fill.

Babies Are…
A baby is cuddles and tickles on toes,
the sweet scent of powder, a kiss on the nose!
A baby is teddy bears, rattles, powder and pins,
meals at midnight…giggles and grins.

Turning One
A year’s gone by,
How time has flown,
We can’t believe
how (name)’s grown!
She’s such a joy
and so much fun,
Oh my! My baby’s
turning ONE!

Perfection
Your are more perfect
than I could have hoped,
more beautiful than I coulde have dreamed,
more precious than I could have imagined…
… I love you more than
I could have known

Adoption Poem
My Harvest
I did not plant you, true
But when the season is done,
When the alternative prayers for sun
and rain are counted
When the pain of weeding
And the pride of watching are through,
Then I will hold you high,
A shining sheaf above the thousand seeds grown wild.
Not my planting,
But, by heaven,
My harvest,
My child.

My footprints
Two little feet, ten little toes
Leave their impressions today
Soon they wil wear two little shoes
And be running and jumping at play.
Two little feet, too little time
Before they are walking to school…
Kicking a rock or skipping a rope
Wading a puddle or jumping a pool.
Two little feer, one little child
Will soon go their own way
But footprints in my mind recall
They stood here yesterday.
(page with baby’s footprints)

A lock of hair
From a child so fair
A miracle from above
Placed gently in my care
This child is growing
Up so fast
Tomorrow’s the future
Todayis the past.
Walking…. talking….
Fading riddles and rhymes
This lock of hair remains
A keepsake of past times.

Thumb-Sucker
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered and white as the snow,
But the taste of the thumb
Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know)

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