Baby Handprint Poem

Baby Handprint Poem

I listened for your breath
held my head close to yours
as you lie sleeping
Soothing sounds
as my whimsical angel dreams.

I will tell you stories of
butterfly gardens
puppies and kittens
legends of mermaids
fantasy faires
and affirmations of love.

An image
of your tiny baby handprint
I will keep inside a book
dear and sweet memories
held close to my heart.

I smell the sweetness of you
the softness of your skin.
Sweet miracle and blessing
to my life.
Mommy loves you
treasures your handprint
I hold your little hand
show you the way
as rainbows sing your song.

My dear and treasured angel
just beginning your life
I will watch you on your way
your little footprints
deciding your path
I will catch you before you fall.

Oh my tiny angel
I will gather moonbeams for you
give you everything a baby needs
and as you grow older
I will encourage you
to be steady your feet.


10 December 2006
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


Growing up my parents had a pair of bronze shoes. Yes, these were my baby shoes. I LOVED those baby shoes of course.

A box years later was unpacked by my mother holding yet another pair of my baby shoes.
"Wow' I thought, "They must have really love me!"

One day when I was about 16 we visited my Grandmother. She came out of her bedroom with yet another pair of bronzed baby shoes.
"Here" she said to me, "I believe these are your bronzed baby shoes".

I look puzzled and I guess a bit upset. How many baby shoes could one baby wear?

The truth had to come out!

Turns out my parents tried their hand at bronzing baby shoes, wanting to start a little cottage industry. NONE of the baby shoes were mine. WAAA!