A Baby in the House

A couple days ago I babysat my neighbor's 11 month old baby girl. She is the sweetest little thing who never cries and always goes right to sleep when I lay her down in her crib. While babysitting her, I thought about a little booklet of poems I have in my room entitled Rhymes of Childhood. It's by Edgar A. Guest and I love every poem. They're all so sweet and I go through and reread them every now and then.

A Baby in the House
Something to talk about, something to do,
Something to laugh at the whole day through,
Something to look at with pride and with glee,
Something for friends to come in just to see;
Oh, you can't sum up all the wonderful things
Of joy and delight which a new baby brings

There's a smile that is brighter than sunbeams of May,
A wave of farewell as you're starting away,
A glad time of frolic which no one can steal,
A thrill inexpressible, lovely to feel.
There's something to boast of and something to tell
When a baby has come to the lace where you dwell.

There's never an hour that is lonely and drear;
The days are filled up to the top with good cheer.
You have someone to play with and someone to sing to,
Someone to romp with and someone to cling to;
And always you're finding some pleasure that's new
When God has sent down a glad baby to you.
                                                           - Edgar A. Guest