Rocking to and Fro

The dead of night, and he wakes

Crying from pain
  from the need for comfort

Here I am Angel
 Mommy has come to make it better

A dry diaper
 A cup of water
  Our fuzzy blanket
    And your little stuffed ghost

Away we go to our rocking chair,
 Our escape from reality

Cuddle against my breast
 Relax in my arms
  Close your eyes and drift away

Rocking to and fro
 With the darkness all around
   The silence is comforting to me

Imagine my Angel how many miles we have put on this chair

Rocking to and fro
 Whether day or night
   Together we rock

There have been many nights spent in this chair
  Just the two of us surrounded by the darkness

Rocking to and fro
 The first year rocked away

The next five months, you discovered the magic of this chair

Climbing into the chair
 Rocking to and fro
  Either playing or napping
   You made it yours

This chair is our connection to each other
  And to the magic of our dreams

This chair is our traveling machine
  Becoming our escape
   by just rocking to and fro in the dead of night together

Olivia J. Stuart
Winter 2001/2002
Dedicated to my oldest son M. A. B.