Living
Toddlekins
From In My Nursery (1890)
Living
Butterfly,
Flutter by,
Through the summer air;
Roses bloom,
Sweet perfume
Shedding everywhere;
Robins sing,
Bluebells ring
Greeting to my dear,
When her sweet
Tiny feet
Bring her toddling here.
Pitapat!
Little fat
Funny baby toes!
Do not stumble,
Or she'll tumble
On her baby nose.
Closer cling,
Little thing,
To your mother's side,
Baby mine,
Fair and fine,
Mother's joy and pride.
Cite this poem
MLA
Richards, Laura E. “Toddlekins.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/richards_l/27/.
Chicago
Richards, Laura E. “Toddlekins.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/richards_l/27/.
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