Baby in the Cradle

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 cease not 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 limpid 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

asleep in the cradle
Swaying to and fro
He enjoys a long slumber
For hours to go

For hours to go