New born babies

Poem

40 weeks in the womb

Gently resting there

A new life comes out of its room

And breaths it’s first air

They enter this world

Innocent beings,

No fixed opinions,

Just fresh beginnings

Ten little fingers,

Ten little toes

Fill our hearts with love

Love that overflows

Little lively eyes

round chubby cheeks

Small button nose

A mouth so tiny and

A smile so sweet.

Now welcomed in this world

The first cry that sound so sweet

With love and care unfurled

They are as pure as an angel

And as fresh as a blooming flower.