by christopher thomas wood
A baby is so soft, so sweet,
with the smallest little feet.
And eyes that can see but are so small,
but still have tears that fall.
And in your arms you hold him tight,
and tuck him in bed so early at night.
And listen to him play when he awakes,
then burp him after the milk he takes.
He looks at you so very deep,
and then the baby goes to sleep.