Thursday, 9 September 2010


Who taught my baby to giggle
And how did he learn how to sit?
Who helped him to uncurl his fingers
And master their use bit by bit?

How is it that yesterday's baby
Today is a bright bouncing boy?
The miracle's not of my making
Though I've watched it unfold with great joy.

One day I will teach him his letters
And pass on the things that I know,
But for now someone else is his teacher
And I'm simply watching him grow.

I was scared of becoming a mother
Not sure I'd stand up to the test,
But I'm learning my job's just to love him
Because God's taking care of the rest.

1 comment:

  1. Gulp! I'm filling up here!

    Simply beautiful.

    Sue x