Gen Rocking Poem by Mill Field
Gen Rocking
Lying in my Mother's arms;
Rocking, gently rocking.
Playing on a garden swing;
Rocking, rocking, rocking.
Peaceful in a little boat;
Rocking, rock, rock, rocking.
Twisting form mid flashing lights;
Rock-rock, rock-rock, rocking.
Dreaming soft in Grandma's chair;
Rocking, softly rocking.
Fragile creature, shining bright,
Baby in its mother's arms;
Rocking, rocking, gently rocking.
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