A sweet song lifts from my heart
Spinning words that flow in tune
And the cradle rocks the baby
Who muses for a moment then kicks out
In defiance of sleep.
Peachy flesh just weeks old,
Bathed and powdered and innocent,
Reckoning to the path of the universe.
And mother's hand is not far
From teary eyes.
“Hush little baby, don't you cry”
Forever at your side, even longer than the day,
Escorting your woes: pleasuring in successes,
Always there with arms wide,
Kissing scuffed knees,
Bandaging a broken heart.
There is no end
To the love of a mother.