Hands that rock the cradle
How safe you are to me
Feel your love abounding
My little soul can see

Gentle love beholding
I feel it everywhere
When you touch my little hand
I know that you are there

Strength within your presence
My bed is soft and warm
Your eyes so tender Mother
I know that I belong

Rocking me so gently
While I close my eyes to sleep
Wake up to such beauty
With smile I always seek

Gift of tender softness
Standing by my side
Heart so filled with happiness
Bursting with such pride

Forever now my treasure
That God has given me
The hand that rocks my cradle
Will soothe me constantly. 
 
 

~ Francine Pucillo ~
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