Baby Boy Crying Poem by Joyce Hemsley

I once heard a baby boy crying
Out in the cold, cold snow,
And anxious was I to comfort him
For my heart pitied him so.

He lay in the arms of his mother
A princess from long ago.
And as I wandered on all alone
I felt the teardrops flow.

Returning once more at noonday
When the sun had melted the snow
The baby was smiling sweetly
With his pretty face all aglow.

I greeted his mother warmly.
She was kind as a mother could be
And when she took me by the hand
I was filled with humility.

We stood and we talked together,
She welcomed me home, just we three.
The gentle mother of a wondrous child
Was casting a spell over me.