She rocked me so gently,
and whispered to me,
a mothers sweet song
of love tenderly.

In arms that could hold
back the nights tide,
she held me fast,
to her loving side.

Softly, and caring 
most gloriously,
she, in turn, awakened 
the mother in me,

but still after time 
and all these years,
in my mind I rock in her arms, 
when my eyes fill with tears. 

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