For My Mother

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My mother asked me to look up this poem for her.

I thought I would share with all of you as well.

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"Baby"

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Where did you come from, baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into the here.

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Where did you get those eyes so blue?

Out of the sky as I came through.

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What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

Some of the starry spikes left in.

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Where did you find that little tear?

I found it waiting when I got here.

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What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

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What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?

I saw something better than anyone knows.

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Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?

Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

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Where did you get this pearly ear?

God spoke, and it came out to hear.

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Where did you get those arms and hands?

Love made itself into hooks and bands.

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Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

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How did they all just come to be you?

God thought about me, and so I grew.

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But how did you come to us, you dear?

God thought about you, and so I am here.

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- George MacDonald 19th Century

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