The Baby

There is something very special about welcoming a baby into the family. Those tiny fingers and toes, sleepy smiles, and little cries can quickly fill a home with a kind of love that is difficult to put into words.

These poems about babies celebrate the joy, wonder, and love that these precious little ones bring into our lives. Some reflect on the happiness of becoming a parent, while others capture the quiet moments of infancy and remind us that the greatest riches in life are often found in the people we love.

Share these poems with new parents, include a favorite verse in a welcome baby card, or simply enjoy the tender thoughts about babies and family found in each one.

We do believe you are a miracle, You are part of our family circle. Catherine Pulsifer

Updated September 29, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.

Our Baby

Ten little fingers, ten little toes
Beautiful eyes, and a button nose.
We couldn't wait to meet you
We started lovin' you, that's true.

Know that you have arrived
The house is truly a beehive
We are so happy you're here
You fill us with so much cheer.

We do believe you are a miracle
You are part of our family circle
We do also believe that God above
Sent us you with so much love.

We will always love you
We know that's true
We will guide you through the years
Through happy times and the tears.

As parents, you will learn
We will work hard to earn
A good life we will try to provide
We pray with God on our side.

So our dear precious baby we love you so
A love so deep we pray we show
How special you are to us
Even when you cry and fuss!

We know how fast you will grow
Time will not slow
But as the years do pass
Our love for you will always last!

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

Poet: Lincoln Hulley

The winds are murmuring in the pines.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Their music lulls with the lazy lines,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
O winds, blow soft, and winds, blow slow!
Sleep, baby, sleep.
And ever their whispering voices go.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Oh, shrill and clear is the cricket's call!
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Repeating it over and over to all.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
The lights are lit when the sun goes down,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
And slumber comes to the drowsy town,
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Hushed are the winds in the murmuring pines,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
And hushed the lilt of the lazy lines.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Quenched are the lights in the sleepy town,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
But sentinel stars are gazing down.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Infancy

Poet: Lincoln Hulley

There's a touch of Heaven in his bright blue eyes.
And his hair is tanned by the sun,
There's the color of rose in his dainty cheeks,
And his teeth are pearls each one.

There's a tender grace in his lips' red lines,
And a subtle tone in his voice,
There's a gentle charm in his childlike smile,
And it makes our hearts rejoice.

There's a dimple sweet on his tiny chin,
And a cunning shape to his nose,
There's a graceful curve to his rounded throat
And his flesh has the tint of the rose,

While a soul looks out of his sweet young face
With an infinite mystery
That eludes my own when I try to peer
To the depths of his infancy.

Getting Up

Poet: Jane Taylor

Baby, baby, open your eye,
For the sun is in the sky.
And he's peeping once again
Through the frosty window pane;
Little baby, do not keep
Any longer fast asleep.

There, now, sit in mother's lap.
That she may untie your cap,
For the little strings have got
Twisted into such a knot;
Ah! for shame, - you've been at play
With the bobbin, as you lay.

There it comes, - now let me see
Where your petticoats can be;
Oh, - they're in the window seat,
Folded very smooth and neat:
When my baby older grows
She shall double up her clothes.

Now one pretty little kiss,
For dressing you as neat as this,
And before we go downstairs.
Don't forget to say your pray'rs,
For 'tis God who loves to keep
Little babies in their sleep.

Riches

Poet: E. A. Brininstool

The man across the street from me
Is rich in silver, gold, and lands;
And in his stately mansion he
Has servants who await commands.
And yet, though affluence is there,
He's poorer far than I, I ween;
No childish laughter fills the air
And echoes sweet across the green.

The man across the street from me
Owns spacious stores and business blocks;
He hurries cityward to see
The rise or fall of bonds and stocks;
But as he leaves his door each day,
No baby face lies against his cheek;
No wee, sweet lips are raised to say
The lisping words that they would speak.

The man across the street from me
Comes home perplexed with business cares;
From worry he is never free,
Arranging his immense affairs;
And as he sits him down each night,
No baby fingers smooth his face;
He does not know the fond delight
Of a wee little one's embrace.

The man across the street from me
Came over where I stood one day,
And paused awhile where he could see
My laughing little one at play;
And once I thought I saw a tear
Steal down his cheek; I heard him sigh,
And then he murmured in my ear,
"Ah, but you're richer far than I."

O busy man across the way,
Harassed by doubts and cares and fears,
You're piling wealth up day by day
To last you through the coming years;
But when I look across the street,
I envy not your gold nor lands;
My wealth lies in the tender, sweet,
Glad clasp of dimpled baby hands.

Key Reflections In These Poems

A baby brings a special kind of love.
From the moment a baby arrives, life can feel different in the most wonderful way. These poems reflect the deep love and happiness a little one can bring to a family.
The smallest moments become treasured memories.
Tiny fingers, sleepy faces, little kisses, and even the sound of a baby's cry can become memories we hold close. Ordinary moments often become some of the ones we remember most.
Babies remind us how quickly time passes.
Those early days of infancy do not last forever. The poems remind parents to appreciate each stage because little ones grow and change before we know it.
Love is one of life's greatest riches.
Money and possessions may have value, but they cannot replace the love shared within a family. A child's embrace can make us feel richer than anything money could provide.
Parenthood brings both responsibility and joy.
Caring for a baby means guiding, protecting, providing, and loving through all the years ahead. Along with that responsibility comes a happiness that can change a parent's life forever.

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Conclusion

A baby may be small, but the love and happiness they bring can fill an entire home. From quiet moments of sleep to little smiles, tiny hands, and first discoveries, there are so many simple things that become precious when a baby enters our lives.

These poems remind us that childhood passes quickly. Babies grow, first steps become bigger steps, and before long those little ones begin finding their own way in the world. Taking time to enjoy the early years gives us memories we can carry with us long after they have grown.

Most of all, the poems remind us that some of life's greatest riches cannot be measured by what we own. The love of a child, the happiness of family, and the privilege of watching a little one grow are gifts worth treasuring each day.

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