Baby Feet

Tell me, what is half so sweet

As a baby's tiny feet,

Pink and dainty as can be,

Like a coral from the sea?

Talk of jewels strung in rows,

Gaze upon those little toes,

Fairer than a diadem,

With the mother kissing them!

It is morning and he lies

Uttering his happy cries,

While his little hands reach out

For the feet that fly about.

Then I go to him and blow

Laughter out of every toe;

Hold him high and let him place

Tiny footprints on my face.

Little feet, so rich with charm,

May you never come to harm.

This I pray, that God above

Shall protect you with His love,

And shall guide those little feet

Safely down life's broader street.

(from Edgar Guest's poem, Baby Feet)