A Cradle Rocks Both Ways

~ I Remember All The Days, Eight Times, The Cradle, Rocked Away, All The Nights, We Slept On, Cold Floors, Eight Pairs, Of Bare Feet, Good Morning, Dirty Dishes, We Had Nothing, To Eat, Flipped A Switch, No Lights, Were There, One Brush, For Tangled Hair, Baths Were Scarce, Three At One Time, Water For The Tub, In Winter, From Shoveled Snow, I Fell On The Ice, Retrieving My Cleanliness, On Both Knees, Leaving, An Ugly Scar, Of Eternal Remembrance, Discipline, Came From Trees, Switching Little Legs, As Father's Words, He Spit With Rages, Fists, Making Their Way, Always Finding, My Mothers, Already Bruised Face, She Became, An Expert, At Making, Fudge On A Plate, To Appease, Father's Sweet Tooth, He Ate And Ate, As Eight Mouths, Drooled, For Just A Taste, Thank God, I Was Rescued, On A Fall Day, By My Grandparents, Who Turned, My Fairy Tale Page, The Warmest Bed, My Full Belly, A Grandmother, Who Smelled, So Sweet, Her Lap Warmed With Love, Soft Words, That Lulled Me To Sleep, As My Cradle Rocked, The Other Way, I Did Not, Utter A Peep, Forever, In Thankfulness, With Everlasting Joy, I Shall Reap ~