My Cradle by Amy NiggelIn my cradle
in your hands
I sleep,
comfortable at last.
The nightmeres gone,
deamons at bay
all my fear
slipping away,
In my cradle
that you rock,
gently, sweetly,
play your part
the brave protector,
strong young man,
holding my world
in your hands.
In my cradle
under your guard
I am content,
though life is hard.
Sleep comes easy,
as it never has
and in my mind
I don't have to ask,
In my cradle
safe and secure
though I'm grown
I still am sure
that this cradle
which you hold
is not childhood's
representative mold.
In my cradle
my prison once
I can now leave
for I can trust
that this cradle
shaky as it is
can be steadied
by your kiss
In my cradle
I am no longer confined
for all my fears
have been laid waste this time.
For you have shown
what true love can be
and helped
a frightened young child to see.
In my cradle
now lies the shell
of all I was
in my personal hell
of all that
from which I was saved
the day you were here
and you gave
In my cradle
I no longer sleep
for in your arms
you wish to keep
this woman
who was so lost before
and you have helped
to brave the storm.
In my cradle
now nothing is
for I no longer
have use for it.
Since you've come
and swept me away
free from my cradle
I now can stay
Goodbye my cradle
my childhood years
the burdens of
all my parlyzing fears.
For I am now free
and can fly at will
since someone did
all my deamons kill.
No more cradle
just your hands
and I can sleep,
comfortable at last.
The nightmeres gone
deamons thwarted
and my life with you
set to be started
05/22/2003 Author's Note: Dedicated to sleeping curled up in a ball on the floor of my closet with a night light on. "Rock-a-bye baby on the tree tip, when the wind blows the cradle will rock, when the bow breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby cradle and all"
Posted on 05/22/2003 Copyright © 2024 Amy Niggel
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