even in deepestslumber, a protective armwaits at the ready
Bough break, cradle rock…
life is a joy, whenyou smile, love, every day isa beautiful day
wipe blood and gravel from your boy’s face, crashed bikeminor injuries
Baby crawls away.Hand keeps rocking the cradle,habitually.
hush little one, stopcrying love, mummy is herehear me sing, precious