Which Hand Rocks My Cradle? Poem by Kerrie Smith

The hand that rocks my cradle,
The hand that loves me.
Which hand rocks my cradle?
I still cannot see.

A mum who loves a drink too much
A mum who loves to cry.
A mum who loves my sister more,
I’ve never asked her why?

The hand that rocks my cradle,
The hand that loves me.
Which hand rocks my cradle?
I still cannot see.

A dad who loves to care for me,
A dad who wipes my tears,
A dad who’s always there for me,
And takes away my fears.

The hand that rocks my cradle,
The hand that loves me.
Which hand rocks my cradle?
My dad was rocking me!