My first child was born, along with all the other spring flowers, in April. Her birthday is always at the height of nature’s beauty. I adore the photo of her as a curious toddler reaching for tulips. Some mothers write poems or letters to their babies for them to read when they are grown. (Fathers can do this, too!) Writing down sweet memories of your child’s baby days is a precious gift to them. My baby turns 21 next week, but oh, I remember when she was little.
In April when the flowers bloom
And bring respite from winter’s gloom,
My thoughts turn to a little girl,
More treasure to me than any pearl.
Her little face, so sweet and round,
I loved no matter she smiled or frowned,
When her tiny fingers clung to me,
I never wanted to set her free.
And yet there comes a time for all
To let their children fly or fall.
We let them know our love for them
And wait for a chance to hug again.