The Cradle

As I put my baby in his cradle

And rock him to sleep.

I look at his face

He is so calm and serene.

I take a walk down the memory lane,

I'm lost in the yesteryears

When my mother sang lullabies

In her voice so melodious.

As the cradle swayed from here to there

I'm brought back to the present

When I stand beside the cradle

The cool breeze blew and kissed his hair

His cheeks turned pink

From his skin, otherwise fair.

His lips so tiny, 

Like a piece of strawberry.

He is my gift from the fairy.

I love him to the moon and back

For him, his cradle is very special

It is his mother's cuddle,

It is his mother's lap.