From the moment of birth
When the new baby arrives
We’re swore to protect them
For the rest of our lives.
The most precious of gifts
That we’ll ever hold
And the feelings they inspire
Can’t be bought with silver or gold.
They depend on us all
For love, shelter and food
And the sound of baby laughter
Can lift the foulest of moods.
Now the power of a new baby
Can produce such a surprise
Have you seen a proud Dad in action?
When he thinks there are no watchful eyes?
He’ll make funny dumb faces
And silly sounds too
When he thinks the coast is clear
You’ll hear him saying
Gitchy gitchy goo!
Now God may have given woman pain
At the time of her child’s birth
But with the pain comes tears of joy
Not felt by any man on earth.
To Mothers and Children this poem
Is a symbol to my prayer above
Asking God to keep them both safe
By wrapping them in his love.
