A precious infant softly sleeps
Beneath a small mobile of stars
Her parents pray her blanket keeps
Her tiny heart safe from life’s scars
The angels painted on her walls
The toys nestled inside her crib
Will lead to when she trots the halls
With grape juice stains upon her bib.

Her fingers are too small to grip
Her hair is one red-tinted curl
But, soon enough, she’ll make the trip
From baby to a little girl
She’ll learn to crawl and then, to walk
She’ll learn to sip and then, to chew
She’ll learn to fuss and then, to talk
Much faster than one ever knew.

A precious infant quickly wakes
Beneath a small mobile of stars
She stumbles, every step she takes
But, her strong will, knows not of bars
Her innocence is pure and sweet
As perfect as the sun’s bright rays
A daughter makes this life complete
Today, tomorrow, and always.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection