Sweet Mariah
Squirming baby, newly born,
Tiny breathe, sweet and warm.
Rosebud lips and cheeks so pink,
Momma barely sleeps a wink.
At Mother’s breast, a happy sigh,
Falls asleep with a lullaby.
Today a bottle, tomorrow a spoon
From cradle to walking, much too soon.
Soft dark hair with a tiny curl,
Gonna grow up a Daddy’s girl.
So hush little babe, a don’t you weep,
Angels shall watch over you while you sleep.
By Patty Bickle
Mariah Patricia Bickle - 9-11-96
