Infant Babblings Poem by MBJ Pancras

Dedicated to our loving daughter Suzanna Christy Maria Patricia


'Baa baa black sheep,
Avi avi ool...
mus musma masa...
mus musma wu...

Roses are red,
Valisa wu...
Sugar on the...'


Infant rhymes ring into my ears.
She hath learnt what touched her ears.
She utters them with little steps.
We smile.

Our joy knows no bounds.
She scribbles to learn writing
And is perfected to penning.
She now creates reality out of her ideas.
She expresses herself -
Emotions and feelings out of her heart.
She prepares to be a player on stage -
'All the world's a stage.' -
She picks up syllables from song birds
And weaves them together as mellifluous notes,
Refrains she makes with rhetorical questions:
'Who am I unto you both?
What am I unto you both?
How am I unto you both?
Why am I unto you both? '

Can we answer these little questions?
We believe in
'Child is the Father of man.'

We know she's blessed with His blessings,
Yea, She grows, grows to reach the pinnacle of glory.
Our supplication is ever for her unto HIM.