With the grace of a thousand dancers
You cradle the child
With the beauty of a dewy morn
Your voice lulls her to sleep.
Gentle
Yet full of power
You know not of
Only those who are under it understand it
You enter any room
And a warm glow follows in pursuit
Unknowingly
You calm any nerve with a soft hug
Or a gentle hand upon ones head
You are almost unreal
Almost
But we have seen you weep
And yearning takes over your kin
To make you smile
The impossible task is beaten
When the child you cradle
Gives a bright squeal
And your face is pale
With glowing eyes
It appears that rain poured fourth
From your mortal eye
A soft warm
Glistening rain
To ease ones pain
Your angels face begins to lighten
It is like the sun has just dawned
With warm lulling breezes
Not even a wisp of the storm that has just passed
The rain begins to cease
The pain and anguish is gone
With the soft peal of laughter
From the small angel that is cradled in ones arm
Time has given thee a gift
A gift of childs laughter
The softness of a childs face
The pure elation at the happiness
That grows in a child
That grows and doesn't fade
Mothers tears are far-gone
And the glow is flourishing
From a childs laughter
