More poems about babies - 2

~ All poems collected (but not written) by Kathrine Jolle Wathne ~

The poems have been collected from different sources, and
unfortunately I have not always been able to find the author.
If you should know the name of any authors not credited;
please let me know!

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Tiny One

How very often I have dreamed

A world of perfect bliss

To be the mother of a boy

Or of a tiny miss.

To hold its tiny hands in mine

To count its tiny toes

And then to place a tiny kiss

Upon its tiny nose.

To hold it very close to me

Warm against my breast

To gaze into its tiny face

Sleeping and at rest.

Oh, what could be more perfect

Or what could hold more bliss,

Than to be a mother of a boy

Or of a tiny miss.

By Elizabeth Anna Fetters (Pachella)




I have a little baby,
Insia, is her name.
Every time I call her,
the answer is the same.

Her eyes light up,
and there is a smile across her face.
She crawls up to me,
and calls me new names.

As I pick her up,
I know for sure,
If it wasn't for my little one
life would be a bore.

I can love no one,
as I love my baby.
And mothers can understand me,
for they are equally crazy.

I love to watch her,
growing day by day.
And it makes me sad to know,
that she will be gone one day.

But then I'll have other
little ones to play,
Who will call me grandma ,grandma
all through the day.


My Baby Shower Poem

I'm really glad that you could come
To help surprise my mother.
Sit down, relax, enjoy yourselves
and chat with one another.

Sorry I can't be with you
to share in Mummy's shower
but you see I'm very busy
cause I'm growing more each hour.

Though I'm not here to thank you
for the special gift you brought
my family and I are grateful...
we appreciate the thought.

I'll be arriving shortly
I'm happy as can be
So after I've been home a while
Please come visit me!

Love Baby

Sometimes you get discouraged,
Because I am so small.
I'm always leaving finger prints
on furniture and walls.
But every day,
I'm getting big,
And soon I'll be so tall,
And all my little fingers,
Will be so hard to recall.

So here's a little handprint,
You'll remember with a smile,
On Mothers day, 2000,
When I was just a child.


Eyes of brown, not blue or green
The brightest eyes I've ever seen

A smile that shows from ear to ear 
Never hinting pain or fear

Stealing our hearts and bringing us love 
She's a miracle sent from the Heavens above

She a cute little blessing, as you've probably guessed

She's our sweet little angel with CdLS!

This poem was written for my daughter who has Cornelia de Lange Syndrome  

               - Susan F.


God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.

Then God combined these qualities.
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,



As you live inside of me, 

I wonder what you'll be?

Maybe a boy or maybe a girl,

I hope I made the right choice by bringing you into this world.


I can't wait to see your tiny face and,

hold you in my warm embrace.

No matter what you may be, 
as I feel you move inside of me,

My love for you will be the same,

Even if I don't pick the perfect name.

I guess I'll sit here and wait

I just hope you´re not too late,

as for now I'll see you on march 28.

Love, your soon

to be mother:)

Written by  Leela Marion


God's Masterpiece

From graceful lilies pure and white,
God fashioned lovely skin,
Forgetmenots he chose for eyes,
Then formed your baby chin.
He took a tulip bright and red --
'Twas one that did not fade;
A softer, sweeter little mouth
Before was never made.
Another flower next He used --
A rosebud, pink and fair;
Touched it to your dimpled cheeks
And bade it blossom there.
Then with His magic fingers picked
Two morning glories white;
Curled and shaped your little ears,
Soon they were fastened tight.
That crowning bit of golden down
Will soon become your hair;
He gathered pollen from the flowers,
And sprinkled it with care.
For dainty little fingers dear
And precious, tiny toes,
He used slender daisy frills;
A snowdrop made your nose.
This world and all within it
He created here for man;
But Baby was "God's Masterpiece"
Since time and life began!

(Poem by Dora Dinsmore)

Baby's Choice


Did you ever think, dear Mother,

As the seeds of me you sowed,

As you breathed new life inside of me

And slowly watched me grow,

In all your dreams about me

When you planned me out so well,

When you couldn't wait to have me there

Inside your heart to dwell,


Did you ever think that maybe,

I was planning for you, too,

And choosing for my very own

A mother just like you?

A mother who smelled sweet and who

had hands so creamy white,

A tender, loving creature

Who would soothe me in the night?


Did you ever think in all those days

While you were coming due,

That as you planned a life for me

I sought a life with you?

And now as I lay in your arms,

I wonder if you knew

While you were busy making me,

I was choosing you!


~ Colleen M. Story ~


You're so clear and unclear,

I often wonder if you can hear.

You're so tiny, so small,

And yet you're loved by all.

I can't wait to hold your hand

And take you to the beach and play in the sand.

To hear your first cry,

And sing you a lullaby.

To hold you in my arms,

And shield you from all harm.

To love you no matter what,

To place a band-aid on your first cut.

To see your eyes and hair,

And touch your skin  so fair.

To love you for you, 

and you love me for me,

That's the kind of mother I want to be!


love,  Mommy

Lou Anna Stinson


Listen to the mustn'ts 

by Shel Silverstein


Listen to the mustn'ts child

Listen to the don'ts

Listen to the shouldn'ts, 

the impossibles and the won'ts

Listen to the never haves

Then listen close to me

Anything can happen child

Anything can be.



by Sally Meyer

Just for this morning,

I am going to smile whenever I see your face, and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning,

I will let you wake up softly, all rumpled in your flannel pyjamas, and hold you until you are ready to stir. Just for this morning,

I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how beautiful you are. Just for this morning,

I am going to step over the laundry to pick you up and take you to the park to play.


Just for this morning,

I am going to eat a huge breakfast , with bacon, eggs, toast and waffles, and you don't have to eat any. Just for this morning,

I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that 100 piece puzzle together.


Just for this afternoon,

I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off and sit with you in the garden blowing bubbles. Just for this afternoon,

I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.


Just for this afternoon,

I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon,

I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up or who you might have been before your diagnosis. Just for this afternoon,

I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to 'fix' things. Just for this afternoon,

I will let you put all kinds of barrettes in my hair and lipstick on my face, and I will tell you how pretty you have made me look. Just for this afternoon,

I will take you to McDonalds and buy us both a Happy Meal, so that you can have both toys.


Just for this evening, 

I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born, and how much we love you. Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the bathtub and not get angry when you throw water over your sister's head. Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch swing and count all the stars. Just for this evening, I will bring you glasses of water, and snuggle beside you for three hours, and miss my favorite show on TV. Just for this evening, When I kneel down to pray, I will simply be grateful for all that I have and not ask for anything. Except just one more day.


~ Sally Meyer 1999 ~

Autism is not the end of the World. . . . just the beginning of a new one.
copyright 1999 -
Sally Meyer


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