Trusting
Such a babe so wee
I wonder what he will be
When he becomes three
And then how about fifty-three?
Oh, what a darling is she
With a laughter so free
And jumping with glee
Tomorrow, what will she be?
The cuddles and caress of delight
Makes the home joyful and bright
Those tiny steps so light
Gives the feeling all is right.
Innocents of those years of must
They are for all who hale
A life on this wide gale
Meekly full of childish trust.