Hands that rock the cradle

Hands that rock the cradle, so gentle and kind,

Nurturing love, in a world so blind,

Softly caressing, a tiny fragile life,

A mother's touch, dispelling all strife.

Hands that rock the cradle, with tender care,

Guiding a child, through life's bumpy fare,

Cradling dreams, in a loving embrace,

Planting the seeds, of hope and grace.

Hands that rock the cradle, with endless devotion,

Patiently teaching, with unwavering emotion,

Building a foundation, for a bright future ahead,

Nurturing a spirit, with love and kindness spread.

Hands that rock the cradle, a symbol of love,

A mother's embrace, from heaven above,

Shaping a soul, with a gentle touch,

A mother's love, nothing can match as such.

So cherish these hands, that rock the cradle,

For they hold the future, in their loving handle,

A mother's love, a priceless treasure,

A bond that lasts, forever and ever.