You're so clear and unclear,
I often wonder if you can hear.
You're so tiny, so small,
And yet you're loved by all.

I can't wait to hold your hand
And take you to the beach and play in the sand.
To hear your first cry,
And sing you a lullaby.

To hold you in my arms,
And shield you from all harm.
To love you no matter what,
To place a band-aid on your first cut.

To see your eyes and hair,
And touch your skin so fair.
To love you for you,
and you love me for me,

That's the kind of mother I want to be!