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The Cradle Rocks - A Poem
The sun shown brightly just after noon
Lighting the doorway to the babies room.
Blankets of pale blue and Peter Rabbit décor
Filtered across the bedroom floor.
Sorting new clothes and hand-me-downs
Some with “I love Mommy” others with clowns.
A dream just beginning; a Mother's joy
She's just found out she's having a boy.
And the cradle rocks.
Her hand traces down the rails of the crib
She's just folded the first of many new bibs.
Silt-filled clothes she washes all day
The fire has washed the room with gray.
The dream burned, destroyed in a fury
Precious baby will now be buried.
Rage fills her heart and mind.
Memories, dreams she cannot rewind.
Fire, grief, pain burns slow and deep.
She sits in his room and begins to weep.
And the cradle rocks!