Child Poems

My Baby Boy and Me - Poems About Babies

My Baby Boy and Me

(Poems About Babies)

Its 3 am they’re all asleep
And no one’s here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My Baby Boy and Me.

His little head is feather light
tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans
the clock hands creep around
He snuggles closer to me still
and makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come.

All too soon he’ll be grown up
his need for Mama gone
but until then I still have time
for kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
where I wish he’d always stay
protected safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
when this tiny little hand
will be much bigger than my own
he’ll grow to be a man.

But until then he’s mine to love
with no one here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth
my baby boy and me.

~ Jane Triplett

A Mothers Love - Helen Steiner Rice

A Mothers Love

(Poems About Children)

A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain.

It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away…

It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking…

It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems…

It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation…

A many spiendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

~ Helen Steiner Rice

Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone | Child Funeral Poems

Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone
(Sympathy Memorial Poems Child)

Children who die
are not really gone ..
But go to a place
that is something like home.

Where they sleep the deep sleep
as quiet as stone ..
Until we can join them
when our lives are done.

Children who die
are not really dead ..
But just like good children
tucked into bed.

Wait the long wait
while we go ahead ..
Till our tales are all told
and our tears are all shed.

Children who die
feel no pleasure or pain ..
In the place where they wait
till they see us again.

And all of us dance
in a world washed with rain ..
Where the sun shines so brightly
no sorrows remain.

- Nicholas Gordon

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Heaven’s Special Child | Poems About Children

Heaven’s Special Child
(Poems About Children)

A meeting was held
quite far from earth ..
“It’s time again
for another birth,”

Said the Angels
to the Lord above ..
“This special child
will need much love.

His progress may seem very slow
and he’ll require extra care ..
Accomplishments he may not show
from the folks he meets, way down there.

He may not run
or laugh or play ..
His thoughts may
seem quite far away.

In many ways
he won’t adapt ..
And he’ll be known
as handicapped.

So let’s be careful
where he’s sent ..
We want his life
to be content.

Please, Lord, find
the parents who ..
Will do a special
job for you.

They will not realize
right away ..
The leading role
they’re asked to play.

But with this child
sent from above ..
Comes stronger faith
and richer love.

And soon they’ll know
the privilege given ..
In caring for
this gift from Heaven.

Their precious charge
so meek and mild
Is Heaven’s very
special child!”