English poem
Lines To A Baby Girl
by James W. Foley (1874–1939)
Oh, she has such a way with her! I stay with her And play with her, Her cheeks are round and dimpled and Her eyes are Heaven’s blue; My life is spent quite half with her, I laugh with her And chaff with her, Till she looks up with laughing eyes, And all she says is “Goo!”
Sometimes I try to walk with her, I talk with her And rock with her; She knows some way my love for her Is tender and is true. And so I sit and speak with her And seek with her The cheek of her To brush with little kisses and Quite all she says is “Goo!”
She toddles in to share with me My chair with me; Her air with me Is that of queen imperious, My heart her subject true. Upon the floor she lies with me And tries with me To rise with me When romping time is over, and She looks up and says “Goo!”
Oh, she is such a part of me, The heart of me, And art of me Could not express my love for her, So tender and so true; She is the treasure blessed of me, Heart’s guest of me, The best of me, This little baby girl of me Who looks up and says “Goo!”