From the Cradle To the Grave

I wish to leave a legacy, A memory of me I wish to leave a legacy, Something my mother left for me Death took my mother when I was three So all she left was what she taught me So as I sit and sew, I see My mother looking down on me Her hands guide my fingers as I make A cradle for my daughter to take For all the children that follow in her wake Will rest in peace and sleep till daybreak Surrounded by love for “oma’s” sake For each child anew a small remake Will forever preserve this family keepsake And I will be there forever to partake As each new child lies cradled here All the ancestors will be near To bestow their love and guidance clear On the newborn and his parents dear While we support there is no fear Because the child will always hear The sounds of love sincere And know his family is near