.jpg)
What is more precious than a baby,
With eyes of tender blue?
And round cheeks that compel me to maybe
Place upon a kiss or two?
Whose sweet little laugh
Lifts high my spirit,
So that I would give all that I have
To once more hear it?
Whose presence is liken unto Heaven,
An angel he could be.
So I ask you once again,
What is more precious than a baby?
© Hannah Scarlett 2011
