Rocking in the Cradle

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Those arms form a cradle
That I step into and cling,
As he rocks me so gently,
Soothing away life's little sting.

It's a place of sweet relaxing,
That cradle rocking slow;
Cocooned and sheltered from harm,
It washes away all cares and woe.

How welcome this feeling of peace,
How precious this comforting hold;
How safe I feel, and needed,
Protected from the winter's cold.

It's a place of forgetting,
It's a place of wonder and hope;
It gives me strength to carry on,
It makes it easy for me to cope.

As he rocks me in his cradle,
I find in my mind a way to home;
For a moment in time, I'm reassured,
I know I don't stand alone.

Slowly he moves, always rocking,
His voice a whisper in my ear;
Telling me it will all come right,
Rocking in that cradle, so dear.