Poems for a baby: congratulations on the birth

For the entire family, a baby’s birth is the happiest occasion! You should come up with unique ways to congratulate the newcomer and his mother on such a joyous occasion. And even better, send them a poetic congratulations!

We cordially invite you to read poems by established poets as well as up-and-coming poets. Furthermore, they are all devoted to the wonder of childbirth.

Makaryina Svetlana

Maternity hospital

Here, spring always arrives like a ringing drop, life unfolds in a unique order, happiness is a fact that can be captured in an oilcloth tag, and "caterpillars" sleep in tiny beds while wearing warm, ironed diapers.

A man spreads his arms over his belongings as he snoozes on his mother’s chest. A baby’s lips, nose, and folds convey their ignorance of what lies ahead.

A man takes a nap on his mother’s breasts. So loved, so reliant on all things. Warm crystal rains and dazzling, transcendental heights exist in the soul.

A man, unable to breathe and terrified to wake up, slumbers on his mother’s chest while a whole universe of sounds, feelings, and motions are frozen in unfathomable perfection.

There lived a man in a small home. Everything was present. Mom was always there, but like all boys, he was restless and wanted to go out one day.

He exited without thinking about fear, calling out his exit with a great cry, and realized right away that he was loved, needed, and of immeasurable importance!

A three-kilogram marvel. Heart-centered ovations. Mama! What a heartfelt and touching look! And happiness, softness, tenderness, and love quickly became more concentrated.

A trifle pot-bellied miracle weighing three kilograms! How effortlessly she made us all fall in love with her! Additionally, a warm bundle pouts in her arms as a grasshopper with piglets on diapers.

Three kilos of a loud-voiced miracle eater, consuming the first bread of the day. Autumn in the window displays, golden-braided birches – a season of earthly wisdoms.

The house is brighter and the grandfather’s presence in the kitchen is noteworthy. You, in a white "shuttle" with a blue bow, are from what planet?

What tiny legs, what cheeks, what nose? The clamor of polyphony, fresh clothing piled high.

Tea is brewed and the cake is cut. Autumn: a wedge of orange. Hi there, the cutest guy wearing a blue bow on a white "shuttle"!

Alenkina Olga

Bead

I used to be a bead. in my mom’s stomach. And swing tiny beads in the darkness.

My mother used to sing me songs, and she got heavier every day. And I grew larger by the minute. And after that, my mother gave birth to me one morning!

Joy

Dad and I brought the animals to my mother today. We’re beneath my mom’s window. We begin by introducing ourselves. Daddy claps his hands, the dog plays the accordion, the mice form a circle, with our beloved black cat Paganini in the center. He congratulates our mother and plays the violin! Mom looks out the window, and little brother Lyoshka is in her arms!

ANASTMBLOVA Anastasia

Presents come in all different forms and sizes, but the greatest one I’ve ever received was given to me by my parents on my first birthday.

Every young person: This is a box with a ringing spring and a button on the belly.

Every kid is the cow of God. With a smooth back and plump cheeks.

Every child: Rebus, crossword, this is a problem. Not yet a response.

Playing with a child at home: bright sun, endless summer, pitching waves.

Santa Claus gives every child a delightful gift, which is surprise.

All children: This is a drawing. Which will it be, prose or poetry?

Every child is a treasure, the most valuable thing in the world. When you walk next to a child, everything blooms in rainbow colors and your gait becomes lighter.

Lermontov, Mikhail

The arrival of a beloved child I greet with a belated verse. All the angels of heaven and earth, may the blessings be upon him!

May he be as lovely and adored as his mother, deserving of his father; may his spirit be serene and unwavering in the truth, like a godly cherub!

Don’t let him know ahead of time. Not the glory of greedy thoughts, nor the agonies of love; Allow him to gaze guilt-free. At the world’s manufactured glitz and noise;

Let him not look for an explanation for his joys and other people’s passions, and he will emerge from the worldly muck white in spirit and unbroken in heart!

Bundur, Oleg

Dads are walking under the windows, suffering, terribly worried, hugging, and suddenly kissing out of the blue. Then they start crying right away and use handkerchiefs to wipe their noses. Additionally, outside the windows Happy mothers holding their daughters and sons in their arms. The sun is out and shining. With a stroller in hand, Dad and I are cuddling up on the porch and getting ready to let out a loud yell, "We came to get our little brother!"

Andrey Usachev

The ideal day

The world is full of secrets and miracles. The most enigmatic query of all is: Did the stork bring the children, or are they the product of another kind of cabbage?

Maybe our infant fell from the moon? And scream at the entire world while lying there. The fact that he was born is what matters more to us. The fact that you were born is crucial. Generally speaking, happy birthday!

The best holiday is your birthday! Let everyone worry more. We were incredibly bored without you, but things are completely different now that you are here.

We wasted our days senselessly, acting foolishly and sluggishly in our life. Dear, how we have missed you! – You were sorely missed! – In any case, happy birthday!

Water will come from the river, and help will come from the friendly forest when things get tough! On your birthday, let the birds sing while the sun beams down from the sky.

To be strong, lovely, intelligent, and kind We hope for you, sweetie. But above all, that you were loved! — Being loved is very important! — In order for everyone to love you unconditionally, In any case, happy birthday!

Pisareva Olga

On a chilly winter’s day, the windows opened, revealing a gorgeous, transparent light!

A beam of sunlight entered the room, casting a glare over everything, and casting a warm glow over everything as it lay peacefully in my arms.

The ray told me to pull myself closer to him the following morning, and then he suddenly turned into a baby and smiled lovingly.

My son was born like a beautiful flower, tiny like a petal, and sweet as an angel.

It’s scary to touch you, but I want to hug you. To let out a loud cry of joy, My rising ray!

You still can’t speak. You sleep soundly in the cradle, but know that I will protect your sleep even as you do.

My responsibility is to always love and forgive you, as well as to protect you. Be a kind, gentle mother.

I was eagerly awaiting your arrival, my love. And you heard, my love, my blue-winged angel—you are here, right next to me!

Grow up for the happiness of your entire family, and I’ll pray that your angel never offends you!

Ivarina Mostovich

God, the baby really did come into the world! And there is no greater happiness than this cry. That home gleamed with brilliant light, carefully chosen, full of wonders beyond description.

After three days, the commotion started. Family members gasp, chuckling, yelling, and celebrating. Who is nearer, seeking out recognizable traits, They quarrel avariciously, whispering among themselves.

The mother tenderly pats the infant, saying, "How proud the father is that his son is a hero!" Grandma uses her palm to wipe away her tears. The grandfather breathes a happy breath and feels warmth in his chest.

With his wings spread, the angel of fate walking, he will keep the infant faithful. How petite the infant is, yet his strength is astounding! What wonderful creations our life brings forth!

God, the baby really did come into the world! And there are no better cries in this world! The infant entered that home after descending from heaven. God keeps watch, good fortune works!

Who in the maternity hospital is most concerned? Who in the world forgot about everything? Who has already purchased a pile of kid’s toys and rushed to clean the house?

He’s breathing heavily as he stands proudly, gasping with wild excitement. Therefore, please accept our congratulations, best baby daddy!

Poems about infants under the age of one

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The happiest occasion for the entire family is when a baby is born! You should come up with unique ways to congratulate the newcomer and his mother on such a joyous occasion. And even better, send them a poetic congratulations!

We cordially invite you to read poems by established poets as well as up-and-coming poets. And they’re all committed to celebrating this miracle—the coming of a child into the light.

city dweller

212n, I’ve already taken it; it’s exactly like me and I’ve never seen anything like it before.

Hidden text:

I possess three of them. Not much, really. To avoid touching anyone, I eat in the kitchen while standing up.

I don’t do laundry ironing. I also don’t clean the floors. I even serve the second course at dinner.

I am able to dress. A cat, like a baby, nurses out of habit with a burning match.

I am skilled in building both cars and towers. I am able to plan a doll’s name day.

I am capable of A locomotive from a comforter. One hundred times more as intelligent After three years, I developed.

"Ma-ma," I read. reassuring "Mamaaaaaaaa"! "Mama?" is my response. "Ma-a-ma," I pump as well.

We create our own contentment. in a compact residence. I possess three of them. However, I’d like four. Hide

212n

In order to avoid crushing the other roses, the boy carefully selected one. With anxiety, the salesperson looked at him: Should she help him or not?

I picked the flower that opened its petals this morning, squirming through the ink with my slender fingers.

When asked who he had purchased, he took his change out of his pockets. He started to feel strangely embarrassed and said, "Mom," hardly audible.

-Birthday: She turns 30 today. We have a very tight friendship. She’s in the hospital right now, but I’ll soon have a younger brother.

Fled. Alongside the salesperson, who is over fifty and I am over forty, we were standing. To raise such children, women ought to have been born.

Mom is sleeping, she’s tired…
Well, I didn’t play!
I’m a spinning top I don’t start,
I sat down and sat.
My toys don’t make noise,
It’s quiet in the empty room.
And on my mother’s pillow
A golden beam creeps.
And I said to the beam:
— I want to move too!
I would like a lot:
Reading aloud and rolling a ball,
I would sing a song,
I could laugh,
There are so many things I want!
But Mom is sleeping, and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall,
And then slid towards me.
“Nothing,” he whispered as if,-
Let’s sit in silence.

I possess three of them. There aren’t many for me. I eat while standing in the kitchen to avoid getting touched.

I don’t do laundry ironing. I also don’t clean the floors. I even serve the second course at dinner.

I am able to dress. Cat, like a baby, babysitting out of habit, holding a burning match.

I am skilled at building cars and towers. I am able to plan dolls’ Name Days.

I am capable of Train using a blanket. One hundred times more as intelligent After three years, I developed.

I read, comfortingly, "Ma-ma"… "Mamaaaaaaaa"! "Mama?" is my response. "Ma-a-ma," I pump as well.

We create our own contentment. in a compact residence. Three are mine. However, I’d like four.

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With a smile that said, "I love you like this," the young bunny opened his arms to embrace his mother. And this is the extent of his mother’s love for him, She also demonstrated it by spreading her arms.

"This is quite a bit," the small bunny murmured. This is a significant amount, yet it’s not excessive. The little bunny laughed as he squatted down and leaped high, like a ball. "I love you like this," he exclaimed.

And then, reacting swiftly, sprinting up, "This demonstrates my undying love for you," the mother bunny exclaimed. The small bunny mumbled, "This is a lot, a lot, a lot, but not too much."

-I love you just the way you are! -The bunny grinned. And he flipped over onto the grass ant. Mommy said, "And this is how I love you!" as she threw herself into a hug and kissed him.

"That’s quite a bit," the bunny muttered. This is a lot—a lot, but not excessively so. – See how the tree is flourishing next to the river? This is how much I love you! You get it, mother.

And the entire valley is visible from within mom’s arms. The mother told her son, "That’s how much I love you." As the happy day came to an end, the yellow-white moon emerged in the sky at the exact moment when night fell.

Even in fairy tales, children must sleep at night. With his eyes closed, the bunny whispered to his mother, "That’s how much I love you: from the earth to the moon and back!" Isn’t that evident?

Mom said in a whisper before she went to bed, after tucking the bunny’s blanket in from all sides. "That’s a lot, it’s so nice, when they love to the moon and then back!"

Mom spent a lot of time working: all the work, work, work Mom collapsed on the couch during the day because she was so exhausted. I’ll just stand there; I won’t touch her. Give her a few minutes to sleep, and I’ll sing her a song. I’ll get closer to my mother because I adore her so much! It’s a shame he doesn’t hear my song, Mom. Wonderful songs are no longer available. could sing better than I do, Mom, did you hear this song in a dream?

Love, spring and heart knock ..
find out that you will suddenly become a mother ..
Alarms, childbirth, first scream ..
and these tears for two ..
and thousands of nights sleepless,
and the word mom … this word.
and the first step, and the first "shymak"
and get up again! And so again!..
The warmth of the palms on the cheeks ..
toy in small hands ..
and kindergarten … and dress in sparkles ..
and dance of small bores ..
A broken nose … a dull look ..
“Ma, this Vaska is to blame!"
want to cry, endure ..
and crying to forbid ..
and first grade, pool, cinema ..
A window onto our street…
A dirty kitten from the yard
That the daughter brought into the house..
And again dental treatment..
And again blood on the knees..
Again to pity, to love…to love..
And to be the best mother..
Lessons, books, miracles..
A wasp flew into the window..
Doubts…first love..
And again nearby…again and again..
To find a diary by accident…to hide..
Again to understand, again not to cry..
The last bell, graduation,
And a nose decorated with "spring".
Friends, work, the Internet..
And time for mom is gone..
One day suddenly hear this:
"I don"t need your advice"..
Be offended, accept, cry..
And again lay the tablecloth for the holiday..
And live. And wait from afar
The sound of a phone ringing

Tell me about my origins. I put the question to them all. My grandfather then told me the response: "You were brought to us by the stork."

My grandmother also informed me that you were discovered in the cabbage. The uncle then made a joke, saying, "They brought you in a basket from the station."

I know it’s untrue—my mother gave birth to me—but I’m not sure where my mother took me.

My sister chastised me, saying, "You turned heads everywhere." I began anew, asking myself, "Where did I live before my mother?"

Adults don’t keep anything from anyone. I was unable to clarify it for you. The only response I received was this, "You lived in my heart, son."

I’ll drool into your sippy cup and lick your phone. You love me so much that you won’t chastise me!

I’ll use my tongue to clean the floors and crawl to open the cabinets. There’s no need to chastise me. You’re my mother!

Spending three hours standing in bed I also don’t want to go to bed. You really amaze me, too. You hum a tune in silence!

I’ll combine semolina with buckwheat. and crack open a paint jar. Yes, I will purchase it for the wall-mounted landscapes!

The first tooth, Ladushki, my agu, and the first laugh. You love me so much that you’ll never forget!

I’ll just repeat the syllables because I can’t speak yet. But I’ll tell you what, Mom, I love you, when I’m older.

My daughter looked through the family album for a considerable amount of time and said, "Wow, I’m changing, I didn’t notice." Look, I have sly eyes, and I laugh loudly and joyfully here. Here, I scowled fiercely and appear unyielding. Which place do you like me best? Mom, respond to me! I gave her a gentle squeeze and whispered, "I love you, my dear daughter, in every way."

Jam foam and potato pie scents from childhood fill the yard of this summer cottage village. And in December, a wet fur coat.

The scents of childhood include boiled condensed milk, neighbors’ kittens in a basket, fried liver, porridge with onions, and the first fish ever caught.

A desk made of oak smells like childhood. A bouquet offered to a fellow student, Blood, during a brawl, a lost tooth, Hay, cut once in summertime.

Childhood smells like soot, a hint of winter cold, and a paper ship that they fearlessly launched into puddles from the fire on night watch.

Even though not everything in my childhood memories was perfect, we can’t escape anywhere as we get older. However, remember the most important thing.

Childhood is associated with a multitude of words, diverse objects, and, most importantly, the gentle touch of Mother.

You are watched all day long by two sly eyes. And two ears pick up words—those that you say. Two small hands cut, sharpen, and tighten bolts and nuts. One boy in particular aspires to be just like you.

You are the greatest person on earth and the wisest of sages in his eyes. He can understand every gesture and expression you make without using words. He has unwavering faith in you. He is the most devoted friend you have. The circle will close because he will act and say exactly like you.

You see, your son notices your fatigued expression with wide eyes? And there’s faith in the boy’s eyes as they gaze upon you. He usually feels ecstatic about you. He has you as his dream’s hero. Furthermore, your son aspires to be like you.

You shy away from looking directly at people and instead place your hands over your eyes. What is necessary for you to be happy? A glimpse of sunlight through the window?

You are unaware that there is suffering and loss. In your dreams, you continue to soar. Over the sea, a white bird.

For you, it’s just pretending that Mom is crying, but I want your palm in my hands.

"Mom, I love you!" rings in your heart as you laugh with a ringing laugh that I catch in your eyes.

I want to answer your question and protect you from thunderstorms with my back and my love.

Why do dreams come true and then break in life? Why do people treat each other cruelly? What causes the soul to weep?

With the warmth of my palm, I hope to shield you from thunderstorms and stop your tears in your eyes.

Maybe you’ll want your mother to carry you on your back when you grow strong, like steel in a fire.

Joy is heels. on the ground barefoot. Thermometer beneath the arm, injections, and tears.

Cuts and bruises, bruising on the crown, This never changes. How come? Yes, but why?

A sled, a snowman, and a slide equal happiness. A tiny candle on an enormous cake.

"Read me a story" is an endless game that Piggy and Stepashka play every day.

It’s a warm nose, this. Blue pajamas, from under the blanket, and hare on the pillow.

Foam on the floor, splashes everywhere in the bathroom. Garden matinee with puppet theater.

What does happiness entail? There’s no easier way to respond. Everyone is aware of it: These are our kids.

My little friend, innocent heart angel, you’re sleeping. I’ll stealthily walk over to your crib and give you a cheek kiss.

I’ll cover you with a blanket and do it very carefully, breathing heavily. My spirit resides in you, as a weary little child.

As you sleep, you’ll turn over and smile carelessly. I’ll whisper, "Sleep sweetly, my dear son," caressing your hair.

Meekly store I will be dark nights in your dream. Lord, please don’t let me realize that He was filled with worry and sadness.

I’ll give it to you in the morning as a Lesnoy Bunny gift. Nothing looks more mischievous than your gaze.

When I approach you and see the joy in your beautiful eyes, that is how you wake up. How fortunate that children who are so curious have a belief in fairy tales.

Oh, mother, you mutter.- Guess who was where today? arrived from the woods to me. Fluffy Bunny, my dear buddy!

And happiness and delight in the eyes, as well as growing and ringing laughter, And I am the clenched hands of your kiss, Gift!

Until the moment I became a mother,
allowed myself a lot:
sleep for a long time, at least not tired,
gather spontaneously on the road,
Make makeup, brush your teeth,
follow the schedule in the apartment,
Answer questions politely
and monitor the couries in the world.
until I became a mother,
did not teach the words of the lullabies,
I didn"t want to sleep unceasingly,
I did not like whites bunnies,
did not think about injections
and that flowers are poisonous
and that a meter from the floor
All sockets should be closed.
until I became a mother,
Who would have managed to bite my dress,
to brail, chew frantically,
Documents from the bank to slap?
I willed the purity of meditation
and slept at night very tight.
and no one read me notations,
KO I wanted to eat cake or candy.
until I became a mother,
I could not hold the Dittle,
so that he does not turn zealously,
from any crawling diapers.
never sat at night,
protecting the dream of a cute baby.
I didn"t look stupidly at the white sheet,
Confused with a children"s book.

Until the moment I became a mother,
I did not look into children"s eyes,
I was not drunk with joy,
Remembering forgotten fairy tales.
I never just held
The creature that is called a child.
And I did not run from the kitchen to him –
What if he falls there, breaks himself?!
Until the moment I became a mother,
The feelings of a mother were hidden.
And I would never know about them,
And they would be buried in problems.
Warmth, pain, love, amazement,
Joy with every award.
Sadness and joy, as well as doubts
And questions – “Is this really necessary?”
Before I became a mother,
I rarely heard about illnesses,
I thought little about other people’s pain,
At least I was normal, not a flirt.
I only read about mothers’ love,
That it is without borders, boundless.
But I didn’t know even a little bit,
What I had to experience in reality.
Before I became a grandmother..
I didn’t know that all the feelings,
That I went through when I was a mother,
Will only double, like a reflection.
Because the little squeaky lump:
A cap, a pacifier, an envelope and a diaper
You will see a living, real
In the arms of your OWN child.

Children are incredibly fidgety individuals! They sleep the opposite way during the day and play all night. Their ringing, happy laughter abruptly takes the place of their bitter sobbing. They require a new ball or hare every day. Children don’t go by various forms of entertainment will pass: Every swing and every carousel in the theme park will be full. Play hide-and-seek, tell fairy tales, and have a good time at home. Every article of clothing, book, and cup is strewn across the corners. When he says to his parents in the morning, "Don’t be angry in vain, I’ll grow up soon," they will understand.

Children are happiness, they are fairy tales, they are happy feet on parquet flooring in the morning and cozy palms on mom’s cheeks, they are sweet dreams, magic is all around, and every little miracle brings joy into the home.

Light vanilla, thick honey, fresh strawberries, and the breeze from the fields Smell of hands, cheeks, and hair Babies and toddlers asleep. There’s only calm, tranquility, and peace in a cozy scent that is heavy with nostalgia. This warm-up smells to all mothers. On difficult, frightful days, they can. The child’s smell. Bright and fragrant The aroma of raspberries in a garden in July. The child’s smell. I take a breath and, with it, I come back to life.

Her fingers smell like candy,
And her hair – like summer rain…
She comes to me for answers,
What, when, why, and about what…
Fluffy eyelashes fluttered upward,
Watching the eyes widen in surprise,
Watching the radiant sun
smiled, illuminating the whole world…
And when the little voice like a bell
Rings out: “Mom, Mommy” out loud
There on the heart with a magic prick-
Happiness beats out “Knock-knock” in time
There is true, faithful love,
That over the years will not disappear like smoke.
This feeling is always boundless
And directed to dear children…
Cracks on the heart grow together
And the soul purrs contentedly
At the hour when, a woman who has become a mother,
Presses her baby to her chest..
This feeling will remain forever.
It is impossible to live on earth without love.
Every child simply needs
Maternal love and warmth..

My child is my stars above the Earth; my child is my wings behind my back. My child is my joy, my life, and my source of eternal happiness!

Sniffs into the pillow, under the cheek – cam, and rolls your favorite toy beneath the barrel while the baby sleeps.

Bite-bite, nose buried The white horse carries him away into the kingdom of sleep, the magical edge, softly edged in blankets.

What’s bad in a nice, fantasy-filled nation? Is it an angel on the moon or Santa Claus on a chariot?

Perhaps crimson kittens that play in the clouds? Can dreams of children contain what I once had?

About the chela: that unexpected Furrow separating eyebrows, This implies that you mature in your dreams.

Allow the nations to dream of you, All Earth’s Treasures, colorful caravans, seas and vessels.

Someday, you’ll have to go through it all. Let the sun dream about what will warm your path.

Allow your summertime fantasies to flow. The bay’s golden shore, Recognize that mom is around somewhere. I’m with you again.

For now, cuddle up with your favorite toy and dream of flying away to a beautiful land while you sleep on your pillow. Give me a closer hug.

Son, grow up while you sleep. To have courage and strength, Allow all of your days and nights to Have a dreamlike sweetness.

He has me smitten… In this smile, in these cheeks. And in the warm, loving, chestnut-hued appearance. In these legs that sprint across the carpet barefoot in the morning, in these lips that kiss so sticky after candy. I kiss his precious little palms because I am in love with him. In return, he chuckles and exclaims "Mom" with joy. Sweet Crumbs have brought so much joy and happiness to the household. Mom’s heart beats with love for the kids at all times.

Ripe strawberries combined with thick honey, Fields wind and light vanilla The smell of sleeping babies permeates hair, cheeks, and pens. in the comforting, rich scent of childhood — only calm, tranquility, and peace. Smell to this: days can be tough and awful for all mothers to warm up. The child’s smell. Bright and fragrant The July Garden’s aroma of raspberries. The child’s smell. I take a breath and. With this breath, I live this again.

For a woman more expensive than all men –
On this light, the son born by her ..
and all prayers to God for one,
To lead the child a proven way ..
First the first scream and the world froze,
When the baby said with his eyes:
“Thank you, Mom, for waiting for me
and brought to this world with love … "
Then a smile, tooth, first step ..
Diseases came close like that,
But mother’s love is stronger ..
The heart whispered: "Just don"t get sick!»
And then tears of joy from the eyes..
Success in kindergarten… First grade..
But for mom he is the same toddler,
Although he has already finished the third year..
The best man, no doubt,
Who says: "Mommy, hi,
And you know, I will have a daughter,
Beautiful, like grandma, exactly…"
I will endure all obstacles, difficulties,
I pray to God for only one thing,
That children never get sick,
That fate does not harm them..
Men know how to cause pain,
But you don"t need to explain to your son,
That women there is no one more beloved in the world,
Than the one who gave birth to him…

Being a mother is not just a job.
Being a mother is not just a dream…
To become the closest to someone
God entrusted me with it for a reason…
And I accepted it as a reward
A priceless gift from heaven.
And mom doesn"t need it for happiness
No fur coats, no rings, no miracles..
After all, the most important miracle is
A child born into the world..
Toys, little animals everywhere
And Happiness laughs in response..
Being a mother is not an easy task,
But every woman has talent
To boldly go through life"s practice
And grow your Diamond..
More beautiful than spring dawns –
A smile of trusting eyes..
A sign of true love is
A child born to you..
Being a mother is earthly happiness!
All troubles run over the threshold,
When falls asleep with me,
Pressing his cheek against mine, my son…

Mom leaned over the crib at night.
And quietly whispers to her little one:
“Just don’t get sick, my sweet Bunny,
I beg you, just don’t get sick…”
When illness approaches a child,
A mother’s soul cries.
And mom doesn"t fall asleep until the morning,
Pressing the baby"s palm to her cheek..
When the eyes shine not from joy,
When a son or daughter has a fever,
Then the mother"s heart cries from helplessness,
Trying to overcome all illnesses..
Having tenderly wrapped Happiness in a blanket,
Having pressed her Treasure to her chest,
She repeated without stopping:
"Go away, illness, go away from my son!"
And no medicine heals,
As mother"s care and warmth..
Love will provide the child with happiness,
Will drive away all ailments, troubles, evil..
For a mother, the most important thing is light
Health, happiness of your own children.
And in the same way, children love their mother,
Growing up, they take care of her…
Years have passed… Mother is sick in bed,
Two grown-up sons whisper to her:
“Just don’t get sick, my dear,
I beg you, just don’t get sick…”

Family brings joy, love, and good fortune. Summertime travels with family to the nation Family time includes vacations, get-togethers, gifts, and enjoyable expenses. The first step, the first babbling, hopes for the best, excitement and fear, the birth of a child. Family involves a lot of housework, work, and caring for one another. Family matters! Family is challenging! But living a happy alone life is not possible! Stay together forever and treasure your love. Send insults and arguments flying, because we want our friends to say things like, "What a great family this is!"

My helper is occupied at work. Pencils, not paints, My girl has turned quiet and silent and is focused. She grips the brush tightly in her small hand and draws line after line. She even lets out a not-so-childlike moan. Furthermore, the artist is just a year old. After 30 minutes, she is still unyielding. Draws, and is here, and silent. And my astute daughter is already seated. The dialogue between the two of them results in album pages that are ripped, soiled, and twisted. And he slumbers in the crib that God gave him with such sweetness.

My daughter glows, grows, and smells like a flower, much like a mushroom made of petal. Whoever looks is instantly taken aback. And witty, charming, serene, and lively My blossom, my lump Nothing better in the entire world.

Sleeping peacefully and quietly on the pillow brings small happiness. clung to the toy, sniffing with his nose, and slept in a light, warm blanket made of down. I guess I’ll just hang around, Brek. With a cute little pen, you took hold of me. and a radiant smile! I’ll kiss these little legs! Eternal happiness, joy. How else may I contact you?

There is a great miracle inside me – the light of life,
There is simply no one dearer to me in the world.
And this miracle is more important to me than anything,
And in a month I will give birth to him.
He is with me in the rain and under the moon,
My boy moves his legs so tenderly.
He waves his tiny hand quietly,
And I love him more, more, more.
I want to hug him so much already
And to show him to dad and brother, of course,
And to give him so much affection and warmth,
And to tell him how long I have been waiting for him.
There is a great miracle inside me – the light of life,
Give birth, girls, stronger than feelings no,
than a mother"s feelings for her own baby.
I"m not joking, I live and breathe him

Dads, it seems like we forget the poems about mothers. Let me share with you a little story about my father.

I have no regrets; I am here for my father. As best friends, I follow him everywhere he goes.

He leaves for work. He drives me to elementary school. Additionally, he tells me about hunting when he gets home from work.

Seated on the sofa, A book was read by us. We make mom some shulum soup and tidy up after ourselves.

He takes me to the park’s hill and the theater, but he won’t take me to the bathhouse because he claims it’s too hot there. —————– I’ll tell you about my dad: I’m not a slob or a gaper. This father is a creative daredevil and a wonderful man.

He’ll take care of dinner; all diapers iron. He will feel bad for grandma Lyuda and wash every dish.

He doesn’t complain or moan; is it really necessary? He’s gonna scrub the floors! He won’t ask for payment and will vacuum every carpet.

He’ll put his girls to sleep. Additionally, our dad can help thread a needle and fix his wife’s hair clip.

Is capable of handling a soldering iron, How to keep a sink clean Filling a desiccated felt-tip pen with what? All around, a master of all crafts!

Their flat is stunning! What a wonderful father! the world’s finest.

Children are the sun in gloomy motifs, the clatter of playful feet on the parquet flooring, the timid glances of eyes, An entire universe of happy science conjectures.

Infinite chaos within the gold rings, A soft murmur of loving words while half asleep, serene images of sheep and birds, That they sleep on the wall in a comfortable nursery.

The evening, the evening on the couch, is the children. Lanterns sparkle in the fog through the window. The calm tone of Tsar Saltan’s story, About the Fabulous Seas Mermaid Sisters.

Kids are relaxation, a fleeting moment of quiet, Children are the world’s tender riddles, and the answer is hidden in the riddles themselves, a trembling vow to God at the crib! ————————————————

Night has fallen outside, and my daughter is dozing off with her hands tucked under her cheeks like a boat. The cat purrs to the sound of a song while the milky way is visible outside the window. On a nearby chair, Ribbons dozed off, the clock sighed, and the hand froze. Loyal girlfriends, your toys, are fast asleep. The cuckoo clock continued to sleep until midnight. The branches remain steady as the wind drifts off to sleep. Silvering the roofs, only the moon shines. Sleep, white flower, my angel. Allow God to keep you safe at all times.

I will take your crumbly hands,
I will kiss every finger on them.
I will wait for you grandchildren.
We will babysit together.
I will kiss your eyes,
I will see myself in them.
So what, I will wash the diapers,
it will be difficult, I know it.
I will kiss your snub nose,
or maybe straight, like daddy"s.
If you ask for food or sleep,
I"ll feed you, I"ll go to bed next to you.
I"ll kiss your warm tummy,
to hear your laughter more often.
So that you are healthy and cheerful
both in the future and in the present.
I"ll be ready to drown
in the milky aroma of your hair.
And in your eyes, like in lakes,
and in the babbling running water.
And I can only give you my hand,
my heart and all of myself.
My devotion"s guarantee,
and love without end or edge!

For me, you are a beacon of light, a spark of fire, and a ringing stream in the middle of the desert. My delicate poplar, with soft leaves. You have my eternal admiration, daughter. I bid you farewell to grief and sorrow, you who are my blood and my petal. Strive to stay off of dark paths and let the sun shine on your path. Daughter, let your life shine brightly. Be kind to others and joyful yourself. After that, you’ll have lots of friends, be content, and soon mature!

Goryushka is crying in the corner,
why, he won’t understand,
for nothing, just like that,
for some trifle
mom is angry, punished,
sternly pointed to the corner.
so what, he
flushed an iPhone down the toilet,
it turned out to be a cool thing,
didn’t flush for a long time!
dad was sleeping on the couch,
son got the marker himself.
decided to draw dad,
he was in a hurry,
that’s why dad will be surprised,
that"s why he"ll be so proud of his son!
only the silly one didn"t know,
that he was drawing on the plasma.
there wasn"t enough space,
the son moved to the sofa,
on the light blue sofa
the son drew a car!
that"s why mom will be surprised,
that"s why he"ll be so proud of his son!
it suddenly became quiet in the corner.
why? I"ll see.
our worker sleeps hard,
quietly sniffs.
tightly clenched in fists
Two shreds from wallpaper ..

Tell me where I got from?
I asked everyone a question.
And my grandfather answered me:
– AIST brought you to us.
And my grandmother told me:
– They found you in cabbage.
And Uncle joked: – From the station
In the basket you were brought.
I know that this is not true,
Mom gave birth to me,
I just don"t know the answer,
Where did mom get me.
Sister grumbled at me:
– You turned your head to everyone.
And I started at first:
– And where did I live before my mother?
No one is a secret of adults
I could not explain so.
Only my mother answered simply:
-You lived in my heart, son!

Can he read the book to me, play football, Perhaps I should reheat some soup. Perhaps he could watch a cartoon. Perhaps he could play checkers. Perhaps he could even clean cups. Perhaps he could sketch cars. Perhaps he could take pictures, perhaps he could ride me instead of a swift horse. Perhaps he could fix the kitchen faucet and catch fish. The hero, to me, is always Dad, my best friend

During the evening, I stealthily exit the couch and make my way to my father’s bed. I lie there like a mouse, eventually drifting off to sleep beneath his arm. And he will only open his eyes in the morning, beaming, and say, "Well, miracles!" From where did you originate? How unexpected! However, I was by your side at all times!

Dad is at work! Dad is concerned! He also doesn’t have time to play with us. But we adore him! We’re holding out for him! However, we love spending time with our dad when he takes a day off. He is really cool!

You’re a mother. Is that a lot or not at all? You’re a mother. Is it joyous or sorrowful? You now pray for what is: for crying nights, for milk, for diapers, for the first step, for the first words, because it is impossible to start over again. for every child. for every youngster. You’re a mother! and consequently, rights! The world is you. You are the Renaissance personified. And you want to give everyone on the planet a hug. You’re a mother. Mom! This is not meant to be, but it is a pleasure!

Five minutes I woke up,
smiled, reached out,
Gukled, squeaked and silent.
Mom, where are you? I want to eat!
Well, you can"t hear in any way,
How I am lying, suck fist.
Everything, offended, shouting:
"Hey, Mommy, I want to eat!"
File me already!
give TETU, press to yourself.
Why did you take it?
I still ate little.
Well, I decided to take a nap at lunch,
Quickly give me back my breast!
I don’t want your pacifier,
We are babies – not silly!
I don’t want to play with toys
And don’t jingle the rattles,
And don’t get into my diaper
And don’t stroke my tummy.
I want my tit back,
Isn’t it clear?!
How else can I tell you,
I’d like to finish eating and sleep!

You know who the best of men is?
And he lives with me in the same apartment.
And I have many reasons,
To think that he is the best in this world.
And I don’t claim at all I am ashamed,
That he is more precious to me in life than anyone else,
I am constantly afraid for him
And I am constantly worried about him.
You know who I love so much?
I will tell you, it is not a secret,
And for whom I pray to all the Gods,
Believe me, my choice is not random.
I will reveal to you who is the best of men
And who is dearer to all others in the world.
He is my most beloved.
He is my son..
And there can be no one closer.

Poems are a sentimental and unforgettable way to express happiness and congrats on a baby’s birth. These poems can express the joy and wonder of welcoming a new life, giving the family a treasured memento. Selecting the ideal poem can add even more significance and personal touch to this special occasion, ranging from straightforward rhymes to heartfelt expressions.

My mommy and I are friends!
Where my mommy is, there I am!
If she cooks soup, I help:
I sort out the cups and pots.
Mom washes the floor, I am next to her,
I spill more on the floor.
If there is laundry in the house, I am not shy
I sprinkle powder and do not regret.
Well, if mom is on the Internet
here I am needed more than anyone on the planet!
My mommy really I help:
I press the buttons with diligence!
Mom looks at me.Sighs.
Everything is clear. Apparently she approves!
That"s the kind of friends my mom and I are:
Where MOM is, there I am, of course!

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