Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Rock-a-Bye

Rock-a-Bye Elijah
Upstairs in our house.
When the wind blows
Your crib won't crash.
When the thunder cracks
You can just relax
'Cause our little Tooskie
Is loved to the max.

Rock-a-Bye Haven
Right where you were born.
In this cabin
Safe from the storm.
You've brought lots
Of great big pink bows,
And we love you...
Right down to your toes.

Rock-a-Bye Polly
Here in our room.
You're a treat
That came none to soon.
We're so glad
God brought you our way;
And we're thankful
You're here to stay.

{Please excuse my attempt at poetry, but - to us - these little rhymes represent lots of rocking, crying, sleeplessness, and love.}

4 comments:

Grammie said...

YOU'RE A POET AND DON'T KNOW IT! SO CUTE!!

Tom Gabbard said...

I do believe that I perceive a gift!! :)

Anonymous said...

Is it weird that this made me cry? It did.
-Ab

The Gundy Bunch said...

i LOVE it!!! i knew you should have been an english major with us!! :) love you!