He took a tulip bright and red—
‘Twas one that did not fade;
A softer, sweeter little mouth
Before was never made.
Another flower next He used—
A rosebud, pink and fair;
Touched it to your dimpled cheeks
And bade it blossom there.
Then with His magic fingers,
Picked two morning glories white;
Curled and shaped your little ears;
Soon they were fastened tight.
That crowning bit of golden down
Will soon become your hair;
He gathered pollen from the flowers
And sprinkled it with care.
Ariane
Justine
For dainty little fingers dear
And precious, tiny toes,
He used the slender daisy frills;
A snowdrop made your nose.
This world and all within it
He created here for man;
But Baby was "God's Masterpiece"
Since time and life began!
From the writings of Dora Dinsmore
Dedicated to my two darling babies, Ariane and Justine.
Mommy loves you!
