Baby in the Cradle
By words
Like a feather in the cradle
Swaying to and fro
He enjoys a long slumber
For hours to go
Sometimes he lifts the chin
Or the eyebrows rise high
Dancing the hands and legs
Whilst the mouth opens wide
Freely, so freely
He gives out a laughter
The Eyes twitch tight
As the cheeks turn softer
I wonder what might he dream
Who little knows the world
Thoughts of the former life
Or the future undiscovered?
But I let sleep
The tiny epitome of peace
That the softest of the sound
Make not his forehead to crease
After long, I see his black eyes
Curiously darting around
His feet cycle up in the air
And arms flitting about
My heart makes a flip
Hearing his soft cry,
I caress his delicate head
Whispering a lullaby
Long eyelashes stop to flutter
covering again the deep eyes
His fingers tickle my hand
Stirring up my motherly vice
I clench his hand a little tight
And set a promise to behold
That I am always with you son
For whatever lies in the future untold
With a soft kiss on his forehead
I wish him good night
his lips curl into a smile
as dimmer gets the light
Asleep in the cradle
Swaying to and fro
He enjoys a long slumber
For hours to go
For hours to go…
