The actual time that a child spends with his mother varies, but the impressions last forever. No one ever forgets their mother. The closeness that was shared in the first few years when the child looks to his mother for every need, and for approval is never forgotten. The bond is deep and forever.

There is nothing to compare
to the miracle of birth
Few words to share
that will equal it's worth.

In the twinkle of an eye
a new life is formed.
And for a lifetime
a mother's heart is warmed.

In your beginning
a dream coming true.
Open arms awaiting
a miracle such as you.

(c) 1998 Michele

Two little feet, ten little toes,
Leave their impressions today.
Soon they will wear two little shoes,
And be running and jumping at play.

Two little feet, too little time,
Before they are walking to school,
Kicking a rock, or skipping a rope,
Wading a puddle or jumping a pool.

Two little feet, One little child,
Will soon go their own way,
But footprints in my mind recall,
They stood here yesterday.

Someday I'll jump through puddles,
Take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I'll walk across the street,
Or maybe walk in space,

Someday I'll scale a mountain,
Or I'll join a ballet corps.
Someday I'll walk a tightrope,
Or explore the ocean floor.

Someday these feet will do some things,
That only heaven knows,
But for today they're happy
Just to wiggle all their toes.