Baby Hands
Little dimpled baby
hands grasp my finger tight
While mama rocks
him,humming, deep into the night.
Those hands of his will grow
all too soon for me, I know,
So mama rocks
him, humming deep into the night.
Little dimpled baby
hands exploring all they see,
While mama gently
guides him, he is trying to run free.
Those hands of
his are busy, grabbing all they reach
So mama
guides him gently, for it is my job to
teach.
Bigger little boy hands, with dirt under his
nails,
Bringing mama presents of flowers, frogs and
snails,
Those hands of his, though dirty, are growing up so
fast,
So Mama teasures the gifts, and hopes these momments
last.
Slender young man hands slam the bedroom
door,
convinced his mama doesn't understand him anymore.
Those
hands of his are nearly grown and eager to be
free,
So mama hugs him anyways, my little man so much like
me.
Strong grown man hands turn to wave good bye,
My baby
boy is all grown up and mama wants to cry.
Those
hands of his have things to do, He'll find his way I
know,
So mama wipes the tears away, and lets her baby
go.
Little dimpled baby hands, grasp his finger
tight,
While daddy rocks him, humming, deep into the
night.
Those little hands he holds will grow all too soon for
him
he knows,
So daddy rocks him, humming, deep into
the night.
(c) 1999 Sondra Falck All Rights Reserved
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