Baby's First Snow
By Walter Burns
Cast by the hands of the Maker above Kissed by the lips that gave us all love Breathed by the fire that gave us all life Filled in the belly of beautiful wife Held safe in the hands of the Cradler’s arm Taken at times and rescued from harm Held in the air, a hand that's unsure Taken, unseen, felt that its pure Cast by the hands of the Maker above Kissed by the lips that gave us all love Breathed by the crystals that gave us all sight Filled in the sky with blinding of light Watched by his parents, safe in the yard Baby's first snow, walking is hard He’s innocent, beautiful, lovely and young Kissed is the gift on his giggly tongue Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 02:47 PM PST 0 • 12
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