This is a poem for all mothers and their babies

To My Baby

by: Edith Elden Robinson

(1927)

To you, oh, baby dear,
I owe the sweetest moments of my life.
While you were on the way
The world and all its strife
Submerged, beneath thy gentle fingers lay.

You came, oh, baby dear.
You nestled close, and there, within my arms,
I gave my own life's flow;
I shielded you from harms,
And crooned to you sweet lullabies, so low.

But, baby, baby dear!
Too soon the years sped swiftly by, you grew-
You tried your wings, and as
The fledlings do, you flew-
Alone, as in the former days, I was.

To you, oh, baby dear,
I owe the sweetest moments of my life;
And while you're gone from me,-
Forgot, the world and strife,-
Your craft still sails with me, on mem'ry's sea.

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