DAY-OLD CHILD
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 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."
I received Beginnings in 1971 as a thank-you gift from a friend for singing at her wedding. It was one of her favorite books and immediately became one of mine as well. I had given birth to our two oldest in 1968 and 1970. This poem rang oh so true. I took the book to the hospital with me for the birth of our other four children and read "Day-Old Child" my first nights of holding my day-old babies.
5 comments:
OHHH I want this in my baby's nursery!! I love this poem..Ok, now I'm crying..Oh how sweet!! Thanks for all the comments, you dont know how much they mean to me...I'm checking my email tonight!
Still trying to figure out how to follow your blog...ummm
Hi Janice. Great poems.
Thanks for the post!! How sweet of you! I have yet to check my email, so if you sent anything I have not gotten it yet...
That is quite delightful.
Best wishes
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