A pair of eyes that hold the morning light,
A sleepy yawn that ends the longest night.
Ten tiny toes that wiggle in the air,
And velvet curls of soft and golden hair.
A toothless grin that melts the coldest heart,
Where every day is like a brand new start.
The scent of powder and of milky dreams,
As gentle as the moon's soft, silver beams.
They babble secrets only angels know,
In rhythms that will change as they will grow.
A tiny hand that grips your finger tight,
A beacon of a future, clear and bright.
The clumsy crawl across the nursery floor,
A curious soul exploring every door.
With laughter like the chime of silver bells,
Creating magic where their spirit dwells.
They are the stars brought down to touch the earth,
A miracle since the moment of their birth.
Though they are small, their love is vast and deep,
A precious promise that we're meant to keep.