Will 10/2007 #47

Little fingers and toes, a sweet tiny nose

Eyes big as dark blue moons, I swoon

Over my boy

 

Little mouth and faint eyelashes

Cheeks as red, round and sweet as apple pie

I shed a tear and release a heavy-sigh

For my boy

 

Sweet perfection down to an art

The steady beat of a strong lion’s heart

 

Gentle breathing, rise and fall

A tiny chest houses a small, but vital core

Oh how we love and adore

Our little lion