Blessed not am I, with financial wealth.
Treasures are given in souls of family.
Given a baby in perfect health.
Escaped from cossetted womb, now free.
A boy so precious, hair of down.
Dainty ears and tiny eyes.
May he never draw a frown.
Adore him even when he cries.
Aroma  of pure newborn scent.
Give him all the love you've got.
Darling boy, pure heaven sent.
Laid as precious treasure in his cot.
Stand up for him, henceforth defend.
On you may he always rely,his grandma and his friend.
(c) Livvi