A poem for a baby born in January. One of the bleakest months, with very little color. The world seems black and white in January, but this poem talks about the things to come before the new baby reaches one!
Enjoy this poem by Wilhelmina Stitch and share it with a January baby!
A note to the parents of a January baby, the world is full of hope and joy when they see their new little baby!
A thought by Wilhelmina Stitch about winter fire and how wonderful a baby is to hold and cuddle during the winter season.
A Winter's Thought
by Wilhelmina Stitch
What is more lovely, think you, than a fire, with dark, mysterious hills blacker than night,
through which a cavern, like a great desire, glows golden red, its walls with gems bedight?
And flames, like sprites so tantalizing, bold, flirt with these hilltops, daring, debonair;
now blue, now red, now robed in flaunting gold, they flicker, bend, and leap into the air!
What is more lovely than a fire,
think you, awaiting one who treads the homeward way, beaming its welcome,
comforting and true, to Weary Worker at the close of day?
I am much humbled when I think of fires which warm the spirit as they warm the hand,
and with no questioning of our desires, commune in silence, commune and understand.
What is more lovely than a fire that leaps at Mother's rings and Baby's wriggling toes,
and joins the laughter till the baby sleeps,
and then sleeps, too—a full-blown, grey-rimmed rose?