Dedicated to our loving daughter Suzanna Christy Maria Patricia <br /> <br /> <br />'Baa baa black sheep, <br />Avi avi ool... <br />mus musma masa... <br />mus musma wu... <br /> <br />Roses are red, <br />Valisa wu... <br />Sugar on the...' <br /> <br /> <br />Infant rhymes ring into my ears. <br />She hath learnt what touched her ears. <br />She utters them with little steps. <br />We smile. <br /> <br />Our joy knows no bounds. <br />She scribbles to learn writing <br />And is perfected to penning. <br />She now creates reality out of her ideas. <br />She expresses herself - <br />Emotions and feelings out of her heart. <br />She prepares to be a player on stage - <br />'All the world's a stage.' - <br />She picks up syllables from song birds <br />And weaves them together as mellifluous notes, <br />Refrains she makes with rhetorical questions: <br />'Who am I unto you both? <br />What am I unto you both? <br />How am I unto you both? <br />Why am I unto you both? ' <br /> <br />Can we answer these little questions? <br />We believe in <br />'Child is the Father of man.' <br /> <br />We know she's blessed with His blessings, <br />Yea, She grows, grows to reach the pinnacle of glory. <br />Our supplication is ever for her unto HIM.<br /><br />MBJ Pancras<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infant-babblings/
