Home was never home before, <br />Till the baby came. <br />Love no golden jewels wore, <br />Till the baby came. <br />There was joy, but now it seems <br />Dreams were not the rosy dreams, <br />Sunbeams not such golden beams— <br />Till the baby came. <br />Home was never really gay, <br />Till the baby came. <br />I'd forgotten how to play, <br />Till the baby came. <br />Smiles were never half so bright, <br />Troubles never half so light, <br />Worry never took to flight, <br />Till the baby came. <br />Home was never half so blest, <br />Till the baby came. <br />Lacking something that was best, <br />Till the baby came. <br />Kisses were not half so sweet, <br />Love not really so complete, <br />Joy had never found our street <br />Till the baby came.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-and-the-baby/
