He was the center of her world
As he gurgled and cooed away
Anybody who saw them together
For some reason watching them stayed.
His golden curls, they caught the light
And his dimples they showed clear
He was the apple of her eye
To comfort him she was always near.
She was herself so beautiful
With brown ringlets ringing her face
She was a young mother, a woman so dainty
She looked so richly without lace.
Her eyes sparkled though rimmed with red
And her energy boundless night and day
By day she fed and played with her son
By night she worked to earn her pay
Mother and son in their little world
They knew not a need for another
And the baby was well loved and cared
And sung to sleep by his mother.
