Baby balmy blue-eyes,
Barely budding rose,
Beginning to discover
Her fingers and her toes.
Learning how to smile,
Practicing her laugh -
She's learned to cry already,
And to shred silence in half.
Her eyes open to color,
Her ears open to noise -
Her heart open to loving
And her soul open to joys.
Oh, precious baby blue-eyes
Waking to life's dawn-bird call,
May you ever be so soft and sweet,
So simple and so small.

Girlish ocean-blue eyes,
Barely blooming rose,
Beginning to discover
What is gold in what she knows.
Still learning how to smile,
To keep alive her laugh -
When she rather would be crying,
To keep her salt tears back.
Her eyes seeing new color,
Her ears hearing new noise -
Her heart striving to love,
Her soul to clasp true joys.
Oh, precious baby blue-eyes,
As I wake to life's war-call,
Teach me to be sweet as thee,
As simple and as small.