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BABY FOOTPRINT POEM
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Welcome to baby footprint poems.
Creating a keepsake of your newborn infant's hands is a great way to
remember the day of their birth.
Here's a selection of poetry about babies footprints that you will find
useful.
Here's some poems for newborn:-
Poems for Baby
from Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti
Angels at the foot,
And Angels at the head,
And like a curly little lamb
My pretty babe in bed.
or another poem for babies by Christina Rossetti:-
Love me, - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.
Mother's arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me - I love you.
Here's something more modern, which captures the delight of a new-born child:-
Her First Week
by Sharon Olds
She was so small I would scan the crib a half-second
to find her, face-down in a corner, limp
as something gently flung down, or fallen
from some sky an inch above the mattress. I would
tuck her arm along her side
and slowly turn her over. She would tumble
over part by part, like a load
of damp laundry, in the dryer, Id slip
a hand in, under her neck,
slide the other under her back,
and evenly lift her up. Her little bottom
sat in my palm, her chest contained
the puckered, moire sacs, and her neck -
I was afraid of her neck, once I almost
thought I heard it quietly snap,
I looked at her and she swivelled her slate
eyes and looked at me. It was in
my care, the creature of her spine, like the first
chordate, as if the history
of the vertebrate had been placed in my hands.
Every time I checked, she was still
with us - someday, there would be a human
race. I could not see it in her eyes,
but when I fed her, gathered her
like a loose bouquet to my side and offered
the breast, greyish-white, and struck with
minuscule scars like creeks in sunlight, I
felt she was serious, I believed she was willing to stay.
Infant Joy
William Blake.
"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
Do you have any favourite poetry about for babes & newborns -
please email us!
Thanks for visiting baby footprint poems.
For some great shower sites, visit our shower links pages - for shower gift ideas.
If you would like some shower ideas (games, invitations, cakes) please visit
Special Moments!
Find the original footprints peom about walking along a beach ...
Creating a keepsake of your newborn infant's hands is a great way to
remember the day of their birth.
Here's a selection of poetry about babies footprints that you will find
useful.
Here's some poems for newborn:-
Poems for Baby
from Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti
Angels at the foot,
And Angels at the head,
And like a curly little lamb
My pretty babe in bed.
or another poem for babies by Christina Rossetti:-
Love me, - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.
Mother's arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me - I love you.
Here's something more modern, which captures the delight of a new-born child:-
Her First Week
by Sharon Olds
She was so small I would scan the crib a half-second
to find her, face-down in a corner, limp
as something gently flung down, or fallen
from some sky an inch above the mattress. I would
tuck her arm along her side
and slowly turn her over. She would tumble
over part by part, like a load
of damp laundry, in the dryer, Id slip
a hand in, under her neck,
slide the other under her back,
and evenly lift her up. Her little bottom
sat in my palm, her chest contained
the puckered, moire sacs, and her neck -
I was afraid of her neck, once I almost
thought I heard it quietly snap,
I looked at her and she swivelled her slate
eyes and looked at me. It was in
my care, the creature of her spine, like the first
chordate, as if the history
of the vertebrate had been placed in my hands.
Every time I checked, she was still
with us - someday, there would be a human
race. I could not see it in her eyes,
but when I fed her, gathered her
like a loose bouquet to my side and offered
the breast, greyish-white, and struck with
minuscule scars like creeks in sunlight, I
felt she was serious, I believed she was willing to stay.
Infant Joy
William Blake.
"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
Do you have any favourite poetry about for babes & newborns -
please email us!
Thanks for visiting baby footprint poems.
For some great shower sites, visit our shower links pages - for shower gift ideas.
If you would like some shower ideas (games, invitations, cakes) please visit
Special Moments!
Find the original footprints peom about walking along a beach ...
Baby Shower Ideas
at Special Moments
Find baby footprint kit & clipart.
| Printable ideas and invitations, etiquette to follow |