A TOAST TO BABIES

Baby in Pink and some in blue
Babies that look a lot like you.

A baby is just a bundle of joy,
A little something to enjoy.

Some will cry, and some will fret,
But all so dear you'll not forget.

Sometimes wet, and sometimes dry,
Quick to laugh, and quick to cry.

Some come single, some a pair
Three or four, and you'll pull your hair.

They come in yellow, black or white,
But every one is sheer delight.

Some with eyes of deepest blue,
Or brown, or black, or any hue.

Babies with fuzz, and some with hair,
Some are bald, with none to spare.

Their hair may come in any shade,
It's hard to tell what God has made.

Some are fat and some are small,
Some grow round, and some grow tall.

Some will grow beyond six feet,
Some stay tiny and petite.

They play with fingers and with toes,
With Mommy's hair and Daddy's nose.

They are so sweet when dressed with care,
But sweeter still when they are bare.

Babies that kick and try to stand,
And try to make you understand.

Some with lips like Cupid's cow,
Some with teeth that almost show.

Babies with dimples and some with curls,
Impish boys and flirty girls.

All will chuckle with wholesome glee.
When bounced upon a playful knee.

Babies that wiggle and can't be still,
Will lay so quiet when they are ill.

Some will scoot, and some will creep,
And usually cry when you want to sleep.

Babies in cotton or in lace,
Look the same with a cereal face.

Babies you love to rock and hold,
That break your heart when you have to scold.

Yes, babies come day after day,
And I believe they're here to stay.

Babies will always be in style,
So will the children after awhile.

Babies to grow to maidens fair,
Others to be the son and heir.

Babies that gurgle and babies that coo,
And the sweetest of these is my prayer for you.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland