God sent you, an ethereal ray,
Amid the chimes of the Sabbath day;
And on your head He placed a crown
Of hair, so very soft and brown.
Your cheeks are fair as the fairest rose—
A perfect type from head to toes.
And the twinkle in those deep brown eyes
Proves, too, that you are very wise.
I’m sure that I shall never see
Another baby sweet as thee.
When in your little bed you lie
My ear attunes your faintest cry,
And as I press you close to me
My soul is filled with ecstasy.
For, as I touch my memories o’er
There’s one like you I’ve seen before;
Two tiny arms ’round me seem thrown
Where is the child that I had known?
Then visualize upon my knee
Your Mother, when a babe like thee.
a pioneer woman