Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems Dreams were not the rosy dreams, Sunbeams not such golden beams -- Till the baby came. Home was never really gay, Till the baby came. I'd forgotten how to play, Till the baby came. Smiles were never half so bright, Troubles never half so light, Worry never took to flight, Till the baby came. Home was never half so blest, Till the baby came. Lacking something that was best, Till the baby came. Kisses were not half so sweet, Love not really so complete, Joy had never found our street Till the baby came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |