Tell me, what is half so sweet <br />As a baby's tiny feet, <br />Pink and dainty as can be, <br />Like a coral from the sea? <br />Talk of jewels strung in rows, <br />Gaze upon those little toes, <br />Fairer than a diadem, <br />With the mother kissing them! <br /> <br />It is morning and she lies <br />Uttering her happy cries, <br />While her little hands reach out <br />For the feet that fly about. <br />Then I go to her and blow <br />Laughter out of every toe; <br />Hold her high and let her place <br />Tiny footprints on my face. <br /> <br />Little feet that do not know <br />Where the winding roadways go, <br />Little feet that never tire, <br />Feel the stones or trudge the mire, <br />Still too pink and still too small <br />To do anything but crawl, <br />Thinking all their wanderings fair, <br />Filled with wonders everywhere. <br /> <br />Little feet, so rich with charm, <br />May you never come to harm. <br />As I bend and proudly blow <br />Laughter out of every toe, <br />This pray, that God above <br />Shall protect you with His love, <br />And shall guide those little feet <br />Safely down life's broader street.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-feet-3/
