Tiny Fingers, Tiny Toes, Tiny Hand and Tiny Nose

Current Mood:   Nostalgic 

As you took your very first breathe of life those tiny fingers reached for the sky.

The first time the nurse gently handed you to me, you cried - and it was music to my ears.

At three in the morning you bawled to have me near, and I stomped madly to your door.

I saw your tiny mouth and tiny ears, and melted with love, and was mad no more.

Those tiny fingers, and tiny toes, that tiny hand and tiny nose.

I smiled from ear to ear as my pride showed - and I'll be there, as each tiny part of you grows and grows.

Your four wheel stroller went to three.

Your three wheel trike went to two.

Your tiny fingers still grew and grew.

And before I knew we were back to four, and you were driving a car.

I don't bend down to hug you now, those once tiny fingers are small no more.

I'm doing my best to teach you life, soon your bags will be packed and out the door.

Those tiny fingers, and tiny toes, that tiny hand and tiny nose.

I smile from ear to ear as my pride shows - and I'll be there, as each tiny part of you still grows and grows.

Those tiny fingers have been my delight.

And I've tried my best to show them wrong from right.

Now those tiny fingers are near full grown.

And someday you'll be having tiny fingers all your own.

Those tiny fingers, and tiny toes, that tiny hand and tiny nose.

I'll smile from ear to ear as my pride shows - and I'll be there, as each tiny part of them grows and grows.