The best time in my life
Everyday, eight hours wide
All my friends are tiny tots
Children who thrive in this spot
Happy, babbling, funny babies
I sometimes think, a little crazy
New eyes and ears, laughter, tears
Good to cuddle, tickle ears
Boys and girls, eyes wide
All to learn a song, or hide
Behind a shelf, or myself
I pretend not to see
Everything quiets, gee
Shh, this baby’s fast asleep.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-2-2023
Thank you for this cute poem and for the important, and often underappreciated, work that you do!
Thanks so much! I love what I do!
The joy of babies. This brought a smile to my (tired) face. My babies are not quite babies any more. I miss them!
Thanks for your feedback. My baby poems are so special to me.