Whining crying little infant
You make my life feel so insignificant
I hold you and rock you so you will sleep
But you will not, and so you still weep.
You scream and cry all through the night
And with me you will just fume and fight
You keep me nervous and now I am so worried
With you from one room to the next, I scurried.
I give you your pacifier and you spit it out
Temperamental you are without a doubt
I try singing to you a soothing lullaby
You look at me and you scream, then cry.
I am now so sleepy and so very tired
These feelings I have are not wanted or ever desired
Yet it’s another night without sleep or rest
And GOD and all knows that I do my best
Now I pace the floor both up and down
Upon both our faces we wear a frown
I look out the window and here comes the dawn
I look at you, and now I watch you yawn.
I lie you down so I can change your diaper
Your eyes are closed and you’re not hyper
Finally my sweet and precious one you fall asleep
I look at you and I laugh as I say: “you I will keep”.
Precious Angel sleeping in your bed
I will give you a kiss and then I will rub your head
Throughout your life my love I will always be giving
As you are the one that makes my life worth living.
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