Salute The Babe

Welcome to world little one Do take time to rest Let architect of your creation Nurture soft in nest Long-winded passage you endured Compressed as though a must Humid inland filled with strength Liquid tone to dust Harvest for your field to grow Coach sheath to drive with mind and bone Patient wait envelops you In view of jaunt descending avenue Awestruck gazes day and night Although intent is care Focus not on fear and angst From relations emerging blare Sleep petite spawn of love No worries while you play Let the qualms of life be solved By those prepared for day Ilse