A Mother’s Song
My heart is like a fountain true
that flows and flows with love to you.
As chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me.
There is not a rose where I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek.
There's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me.
There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye.
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me.
No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine.
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree.
A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell.
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me.
Ten thousand parks where deer do run,
Ten thousand roses in the sun,
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,
my babe more precious is to me.
~ A Traditional Lullaby ~
Thank you my little girl… My Brianna… All I have ever wanted or ever asked for, you have given to me… It is because of you that I get to be a mother and celebrate Mother’s Day…
I am truly blessed…
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