Her eyes do search around the room
Learning her new surroundings,
A gentle voice softly speaks,
That is familiar to her ear.
A picture taken on that day
Mother with her child, and
As she grows the lenses will show
The beauty of her life
Exploring hands, feet, and toes,
And finding her new voice,
Forming sounds is becoming to her,
A quite enjoyable feat
Measuring the face she makes, and
Tasting her first foods
Crawling to her Daddy becomes
A race around the room
First outing to a party, then
A stroll around the park,
Coming home so tired,
Being rocked in Nanny's arms
Waking up to Mommy's smile,
Laughing at Boompa's dance
Standing in her play yard,
To master her first steps
Sleeping with her Woobie blanket, and
Cooing in her bed,
Flying half way round her world,
To meet her Daddy's Mom and Dad
And so her story blooms each day
A picture book is made,
About her life's adventures,
With many more pages to be made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem