In the gentle cradle of my child’s grace,
A pure bliss that lights up every space,
Their face, a beacon of innocence and light,
Captivating all who witness the sight.

In that moment of serenity and charm,
I too am touched by a love so warm,
Overwhelming joy fills my heart,
At the beauty of my child, a work of art.

Their eyes, like pools of endless wonder,
Reflecting a world pure and untamed under,
Their smile, a curve of joy and delight,
Filling my world with colors so bright.

Each giggle, each coo, a melody sweet,
In their presence, my soul finds its beat,
A precious offspring, a gift so divine,
In their innocence, love’s purest sign.

The way they move, the way they play,
In their laughter, worries fade away,
Their presence a balm to my weary soul,
In their embrace, I find myself whole.

Captivating everyone with their charm,
Their innocence, a soothing balm,
I bask in the glow of their radiant face,
Filled with a love that time can’t erase.

In their purity, in their tender grace,
I find a reflection of love’s true embrace,
My child’s face, a vision of pure bliss,
A moment of joy that I forever miss.