A poem for the newborn.

On this lovely September morn
It's a time for congratulations
Into this world a child is born
Lets raise a glass in celebration.

He starts his world with lulabbys
Along with his parents guiding hand
They are there too see that he gets by
Untill on his own he can make a stand.

But that is many years away
No need to think so far ahead
All that matters is this lovely day
As mother is resting in her bed.

But tomorrow will be another day
With his first steps on life's road
A world that will be full of play
The future well no one knows.

So just take in this moment a special time
Where all the family gather round
And mother and newborn are doing fine
She smiles when hearing his very first sound

Written by Christopher Russon on 16/09/18

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