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The Cradle
The Cradle
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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.
