Cradled In Love

In the cradle's gentle sway, a scene unfolds,

A mother's love, a tapestry of gold.

With tender gaze and a heart so wide,

She watches her child, her greatest pride.

The baby sleeps, a serene melody,

As mother's heart sings a lullaby sweetly.

Anxiety and weariness may mark her face,

But her love's embrace offers solace and grace.

Her weary pose, a labour of love,

Aching yet unwavering, like a dove.

Her left arm echoes the baby's own,

A symphony of affection, clearly shown.

Closed eyes rest upon the cherub's face,

A diagonal bond, a celestial embrace.

A gauzy veil, a curtain so light,

Enhancing their bond, oh, what a sight!

The cradle, a haven of serenity and bliss,

Where mother's touch bestows a gentle kiss.

Two triangles entwined, forever entwined,

Mother and child, hearts forever aligned.

One triangle frames her nurturing touch,

The other, taller, embraces them as much.

A harmony of balance, a connection profound,

A love that transcends, forever renowned.

A gauzy veil of purest white,

Shrouds the cradle, a haven of light.

Intimacy blossoms within its fold,

A sanctuary where love's story is told.

Translucent curtain, lovingly drawn,

Shielding her child until the break of dawn.

With watchful eyes, she guards the night,

Guiding her baby, her beacon of light.

The net curtain, pure and white,

Reflects the love, both day and night.

Her touch, a language, unspoken and true,

Conveying a love that forever grew.

A line diagonal, an unbreakable tether,

From baby's arm to mother's arm, they weather.

A bond unyielding, as hearts intertwine,

A love that transcends both space and time.

Intimacy abounds, a mother's gentle grace,

Her tender gaze, a caress on the face.

The curtain, a veil of love's protection,

Yet through its mesh, love's pure reflection.

She lingers by the crib, a guardian so near,

Her whispers of love soothing every fear.

A portrait so moving, it touches the core,

Love's essence shining brighter than ever before.

Endearment radiates from the mother's eyes,

Peaceful slumber, where innocence lies.

A scene that stirs the depths of the soul,

The sweetness and love, it gently unfolds.

In the cradle's gentle sway, a lesson unfolds,

A mother's love, a tale to be told.

Through tired eyes and weary arms held tight,

She discovers the depths of love's sacred light.

In her tender touch, responsibility thrives,

Affection's symphony, where love survives.

In the curtain's embrace, a truth is revealed,

That love's protection is what truly heals.