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.