Rock-a-bye-Baby

Rock-a-bye Baby, you fell from your tree,
I caught you while falling and fell on my knee.
I carried you hence-forth and you grew to be mad,
because you fell from your tree top because of your dad.
I was not your real mother, though I wish I could be,
but I just wish you could see me at the best I can be.
Do not be angry for that which has passed,
but learn to move on to those fields of green grass,
and there you will find a brand new tall tree,
that you will now climb to be what you can be.


-R.S.L.S