Even Now
From my window
I can hear,
The crying of
a baby near.
A mother's voice
then softly chimes,
The verses from
familiar rhymes.
And with the words
of Rock-a-bye,
No longer do
I hear the cry.
Though older now
I can't deny,
How much I love
that lull-a-bye.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
February 20, 2001
Copyright © Sheri Evans | Year Posted 2020
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