Day-Old Child
My day-old child lay in my arms,
With my lips pressed against her 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 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 her ear,
But a kind of a light passed through her eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:
"How I wish I had voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say,
Before I forget I'd tell you of God ~
I left Him yesterday."
from Beginnings by Carol Lynn Pearson
(c) 1967
