Cradled

When cradled in his parent’s arms
Beautiful how content a child 
Rocked in soothing to and fro 
Heartbeat songs of mother’s smile 

No wonder as we grow through life 
The holding hug brings solace, cheer
No matter in exult or strife 
The warmth of love affects us there 

Love ‘tis what that cradling means 
E’er tenderly or rudely flung
Love we each so sorely need 
That from which all life is sprung 

Cradled in my husband’s arms 
Or in a child’s wild hug thrown ‘bout  
There is that thing of cradling
Souls simply cannot live without 

Even an old recliner chair  
Soft arms hugging ‘round my frame 
Lying back and being held 
Cradles me dozing once again