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

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