November Sixth


having some tasty formula in NICU

Baby Mine, don’t you cry
Baby Mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart, never to part,
Baby of Mine.

Little one, when you play
Don’t you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew, sweet little you
They’d end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
what they’d give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes
You’re not much, goodness knows.
But you’re so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine.


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