How very often I have dreamed
A world of perfect bliss
To be the mother of a boy
Or of a tiny miss
A world of perfect bliss
To be the mother of a boy
Or of a tiny miss
To hold its tiny hands in mine
To count its tiny toes
And then to place a
tiny kiss
Upon its tiny nose
To hold it very close to me
Warm against my breast
To gaze into its tiny face
Sleeping and at rest
Oh, what could be more perfect
Or what could hold more bliss
Than to be a mother of a boy
Or of a tiny miss
Poem By: Unknown
~A
xoxo
