Brand New Little Daughter

My baby has fallen asleep.
Finally his chest moves up and down.
His soft curls at his ear.
He smells clean, soapy from his bath.

I know him inside out.
The creases at his elbow,
The plumpness of his cheeks.
What makes him coo or cry,
Is part of me.

He's wrapped just in a towel.
That's how he fell asleep
and so
I left him like that
I would not want to wake him
Or
We would both be up the night
And I've only just taught him to sleep -
Four hours at a go.

It is a precious thing to be needed so, by
Such an innocent.
Relied on entirely for sustenance,
My maternal heart moulds his life,
His days.

And yet it does get tiresome for
I have a daughter to think of too.

My baby lies asleep
And I am wide awake.
Feeling how much I love him.
Dreaming of what he will become

I hope to drift off soon
For in but a moment
The alarm clock will sound
And it will be time to get
My baby up for work.

This little tiny baby
Was sent from God above
To fill our hearts with happiness
And touch our lives with love
He must have known
We'd give our all
And always do our best
To give our precious baby love
And be grateful and so blessed

Precious one,
So small,
So sweet

Dancing in
on angel feet
Straight from Heaven's
brightest star

What a miracle
you are!

The Sweetest Gift
~ J.B.Coats 1942 ~

One day a mother went to a prison
To see an erring but precious son.
She told the warden how much she loved him.
It did not matter what he had done.

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon free.
Brought no gold, no pomp or style to see.
It was a halo bright, sent down from heaven's light,
The sweetest gift -- a mother's smile.

She left a smile you can remember.
She's gone to heaven, from heartaches free.
Those walls around you could never change her.
You were her baby, and 'ere will be.

A little angel was given to us 

her eyes so bright and smile so sweet,

you would almost think she had been here before.

I look at you my Tiffany Jane with a heart of love and joy.

You my little angel were like a gift from above,

a prayer answered, a plea heard.

You are your father's pride and joy, 

and your brother's favorite toy.

You look at us with a certain knowing 

and a laugh of glee that almost

says I to am glad to be with here with you. 

The fulfillment you have

brought to this family runs so deep 

it is like a never ending river of happiness. 

As we watch you grow and change we are richer with

every smile and look of love on your tiny face. 

You, my tiny teeny Tiffany, are so special in every way I will love you more every

precious day of my life.

Mum Lee

Meaghan Elizabeth Moeller: a journey for us all

The promise of a new life
beams like the sun rising o'er the East--
Bright, vibrant, illuminating, warm.
The light you are destined to bring to this world
has already brightened all our lives--
as it is sure to spread to every corner of this land.
Yet, even as shadow recedes as noon approaches there
is always somewhere not warmed by the light--
how unfortunate these spaces would be if not lighted
by you--the warmest radiance of all.

And, as it is that we cannot but glimpse the brightness
of our solar friend without fear of blindness,
neither can we gaze into your brilliance to see
what so many tomorrows will bring.
But the promise of discovery makes every moment elapsed
an eternity of possibilities.

And though we cannot know what bright future
destiny holds for you,
we can all imagine, dream, ponder.
Yet, in the end you will choose on what celestial path
you wish to wander.
And, such as the stars arise from the collection
of matter to one venue,
So will your life be made from what you gather
from those around you.
Thus, though the path you choose will be your own,
the journey of your life will never be yours alone.

by Chadwick Austin Moeller - Uncle of Meaghan
Apr. 11, 1998 (two days after Meaghan was born)