Little ray of sunshine

Glimpses





Little ray of sunshine
covered up with mud
let me hold you now
before you melt away.






Little boy in Daddy's boots
Too soon you'll walk in them
but cuddle for a minute
in my lap
and
be my baby boy.






Ball of ice
curled
into
yourself

Melt
and
stretch
to welcome the warm blanket,
and turn
to receive
your mother's
warming kiss.






























You can always hug a baby when things don't go just right
You can use that cuddly baby
To hide tears out of sight.

You can trust a baby's smiles
To help you through a spot!
You can go for miles and miles
When you love a little tot.

If all else fails there's baby
to love and talk about.
When talk's no more than "maybe"
There's baby to bail you out.

Where baby is there's always love
No matter how bad your day. Baby's were sent from up above
To cheer us on our way.



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It's little things I'm thankful for; that babies don't come by the score That fruit trees don't
bear all one day that some things for next week can stay.

I'm glad there's
night between each day
And summer work's a year away.
The cold of winter lasts a while
So I can face it wilth a smile.

I'm glad the sky is blue, not grey,
And I like rain, but not to stay;
And I love babies when they come.
But I'm glad to have them one by one.

















































"A pain in the neck
or a lump in the throat."
my mother always said.

"From the time they get up
all the while they play
'til after they've all gone to bed."

The pain just gets bigger
the lumps grow too,
until it seems you will break

'Cause you can't ease the pain
for the lump in your throat
when you've had
all the joy you can take.












































This is the purest form of joy.
My love and I with God
have created a new life.
And I have felt it move within me.
Surely no joy can compete.

This, then is joy supreme,
I hold that new life in my arms
A spirit so newly come from Heaven.
this is my joy complete.

No more joy can fill my heart.
My soul could not hold more.
My child walks along with me
and talks of God, and life and love.

But, what? there is more than joy,
my child speaks to me
of dreams and fears
and all his thoughts
and trusts me to understand and heal.

Where in the folds of time unknown
lies the limits to my joy?
Not in this life, nor on this earth,
but long past eternity,.

"Man is that he might have joy,"
and Woman is that she might be a mother.