The smell of sweet baby powder
a wee baby, so cuddly and new
little fingers, curling, holding
saying gently Mommy I love you.
These are the hands of my wee infant
My delightful babe, all dressed in blue.

Smiling like a joyful angel,
bubbling full of life, my son is two
a bright little blonde boy giggling,
beaming, innocent, sweet, and so cute
From the hands of my infant, saying,
"Mommy I picked these flowers for you!"

Toys everywhere, My child is four,
Between the sandbox, swings, and the slide
He is happy in the big outdoors.
From the hands of my infant, grinning,
he waters my flowers, Mommy's chore
he's done a good deed, that's my wee boy.

A treasure is his tooth he lost,
He's now six, jumping, hiding a prize
He grins, excited, fingers crossed
he has a secret he keeps transfixed
In the hands of my infant, a card he holds
and a handmade Mother's Day Gift.

Today as I unpack with ease
I find this handmade card and wee gift
I think back, with fond memories
with joy and pride, A Mothers love,
of the hands of my infant, pleased
of the strong man my son has become