The Beginning of Life,
The source of Humanity,
The roots of our Universe
Babies are,
And always will be,
Our Only Future…

Our Babies must be Cherished,
Adored,
Glorified,
For being the Elegant, Angelic, little Creatures they are…

Their natures are pure,
Their souls wholesome,
Their spirit Divine~
A Baby’s soul purpose is Love…
That is their being…

Their passion needn’t be rushed,
Their virtue should never be toyed with,
For Babies are far too valuable
For anyone to tamper
With their Existence…

Loving a baby is an intricate balance Of holding on…
And letting go
Of encouragiong dependence,
And Independence
Of leading them to water,
But allowing them to decide…
“Do I want to drink?”

Babies are only babies…
For such a short period of time
For in a blink,
A nod,
A turn of the head,
Our Babies,
Before we know it,
are no longer…our Babies

The world can wait,
The rushing must cease,
Because our babies needs
Are far too expensive
For us to ignore…

So slow your world down,
Just a bit…
Enough,
To enjoy the little bundle of love,
God has so graciously
Allowed us to borrow…

This poem was written/submitted by Ecco Foster-Herne.