His little fingers when they touch
They make me smile they make me laugh
His little fingers when they pinch
They pinch so cute a little itch
His little voice when he calls out
A funny laugh, a funny shout
His little voice to us he sings
A big big joy to me he brings
His little steps, he jumps and walks
He walks with ease, he strides and talks
His little steps today he runs
I won't miss, to see that chance
His little hands that hold me near
If so he knew to me its dear
His little hands caress and care
Is something we both always share
My little boy, my little boy
You are a little bunch of joy
You make me proud you make me whole
To you I offer my life full.
naida supnet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-7/
