A baby might be looked upon
As a cuddly, lovable toy,
A little package of innocence,
A tiny bundle of joy.




A special aura appears to surround
A baby from above,
And a tiny smile from a tiny mouth
Triggers a chord of love.




If time could pause, the baby would look
Each day as the day before
But he will grow into adulthood
And a baby will be no more




So cherish that time which is special
When the baby is cuddly and warm
And you want to hold and love it
Protecting it always from harm.