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329. The Cradle

My hand rocked the cradle
Pushing ever so softly
The baby was safe inside

It was such a miracle
That a child was here
A precious gift from my bride

Though several years older
I’d almost forgotten
What a family can truly do

Had I listened to my mind
I wouldn’t have known the pleasure
Of such happiness with you

So here I sit
Just spending some time
Rocking her gently to sleep

Knowing such joy
With you and her
Makes my heart now leap


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