Rocking, or: Mocking bird

A ‘Waltz wave’

by, on
the tree top,
when the
blows, the
cradle will
rock... Yes, Dear, we're
right here with
you; don't
ry; close
your eyes... Hush,
by, don't

18 thoughts on “Rocking, or: Mocking bird”

  1. I literally sang the words in my head๐Ÿ˜‚
    Who needs a babysitter?๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜…

  2. Ha! Another of those things that as a child never made sense to me – Why would anyone who loved a baby put it in a tree top! Yikes… But I was caught up in the poem and had a wave of relief wash over me when you assured the babe that you were in the tree top too!

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