Day Old Child
My day-old child lay in my arms.
With my lips against his ear
I whispered strongly, "How I wish-
I wish that you could hear;
I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod),
Hurry, Hurry, hurry and grow
So I can tell you about God."
My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled his ear.
But a kind of a light passed through his eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:
"How I wish I had a voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say,
Before I forget I'd tell you of God--
I left Him yesterday."
My sweet Hyrum Anthony
Born Wednesday November 17
we're so blessed...