Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2007
You were so small my little treasure
Watching you grow has been a pleasure.
I remember those first baby steps
Some made you laugh, some made you sweat.
Each day will bring challenges to face
from baby steps to new places.
And as you grow and experience life
I hope you learn to counter all life's strife.
Always remember, my love for you
When you're happy and when you're blue.
It is mistakes you'll make
But, sometimes, though, life's not a cake.
But like baby steps you first took
You will learn, listen and look.
When you consider life as a gift,
It can give you a big lift.
Two steps forward, one step back
Determination, and persistence never lack
Giant steps, baby steps we all take
But in the end, your attitude it will make.
When certain steps don't work out
Don't sit and pout
Remember how far you have come
From the first baby step to what now you've become
I am proud of you my wonderful treasure
You are special, unique and a wonderful pleasure!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2007
As you go through life you may find
You have forgotten how to climb
You are in a hurry, you want to run
But truly that is not how it's done.
Many times in life you see
Baby steps are meant to be
Success does not happen overnight
Taking small steps, that is right.
As a child you crawl, then walk
You goo and gaa before you could talk
With each small step you did achieve
Your confidence grew, you believed.
The same is true of school you know
Some years went fast, some slow
But with each grade you took that step
And carried on to the next.
So in life the same is true
Take baby steps in all you do.
Don't try to move the mountain all at once
Because if you do, down it will bounce.
Set your goals and take that first step
Give yourself time and make sure you prep
With each step that you take
Progress you will make.
So when you think things are going to slow
You want to run rather than go with the flow
Remember your childhood memories
Remember the steps in series.
And for a baby, a first tooth is one of the baby steps in growing up.
Enjoy this poem which will bring a smile to your face!
Poet: Don McNeill
A baby learns breathing, hut not so with teething,
There’s yelling and din, till that first tooth comes in;
We knew it would come, some day to his gum,
But one goes temperamental, when babies go dental.
In go both tiny fists, clear up to the wrist
While in time they grow bolder, and snap at the shoulder.
You give up in despair, cause you can’t figure where
In the gum is abiding, that tooth he’s been hiding.
Till one sunny day, you look in and, why say
Something tiny and white, has appeared in the night.
Where there once was a hole—thar, there now is a molar
Not like your tooth or my tooth—it isn’t an eye tooth.
Though the gum still is thick, you can now hear the click
Of his crescent pearl moon, to the touch of a spoon.
Like a ringside frequenter, there it sits front row center
Go on yell, go on cheer, boy that first tooth is here.
That’s the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth!
