BABY SITTING
Today I’m baby sitting I’m going to have fun,
He has slept for two hours, poems and work done,
Bottle made, waiting for him to arise and shine,
Oh the joy when feeding him that will be mine.
Every time I feed a new baby, memories come to me,
Back when each was born, each mine for eternity,
Little tiny fingers cute nose and bright shining eyes
One of earths greatest treasures, it’s greatest prize.
Soon he will awake and I’ll cradle him in my arms,
He’ll look at me and know me, win me with his charms,
Each grandchild is special, great when another comes along
To join our happy family and be a part of the growing throng.
When he’s fed and changed I’ll sing a sweet soft lullaby,
Like I did to my own babies, Oh how the time does fly,
Precious little souls given with love from our Father above,
Who cannot care for them, who cannot always love.
Listen! There is a whimper, no he did not awake,
Soon I know he’ll be hungry and sweet noises make,
A babies cry is like music to an empty mothers heart,
The softness and helplessness your love to impart.
Awake little grandchild, awake and let me hold you near,
Let me whisper and sing so I can wipe away all hurt and fear,
Awake and give that little baby smile so precious to see,
It always reminds me that we are a forever together family.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 23, 2003