Nuzzled in the background
The hearth of burning wood crackled
I would sit on daddy's lap
Cuddled under the vibrant colors
Of my favorite homemade afghan
(That his mommy crocheted for him)
A familiar book in his gentle hands
As various chapters were narrated
Each story abundantly grand
Creaky old rocker!
Wobbled back and forth
Forward and backward
Read here, stay here
Sit here, rest here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great write familiar book in his gentle hands As various chapters were narrated Each story abundantly grand Creaky old rocker! Wobbled back and forth