My little kids have it pretty good too. Everything their mom does is for them. After our little chug, Cruise, was born, I woke up one early morning and saw Sara rocking him in our rocking chair in the corner of our room. It was a quiet moment. She had put her life on the line for him and now she was holding him, comforting his little heart and keeping him warm. Yes, mothers make this world a better place indeed. In the end, sometimes a mother's love is all we have.
Forward and back
The rocking chair rocks
Gently forward and back.
It's peaceful and still
In the quiet air
Save for the motion of
The rocking chair
A mother sits in the rocking chair
Her head hung down - but not low -
Her hair falling on her shoulders
In the early morning
After a late night
Rocking her baby
In the dim lamp light
Her fingers tenderly trace
Her little boy's ear
And her lips touch his little face
As she quietly hums
With a calm, quiet breath
While she cuddles him close
While she keeps him warm.
The room is dark and quiet
Except for the lamp
And the mother by it,
As she hums to her baby
While forward and back
Her rocking chair rocks
Gently forward and back.