Cradled In a Crescent Moon
Cradled in a crescent moon;
babes that haven't reached the womb.
Snuggled up in undreamt dreams;
puppies, hugs and candy themes.
Angels singing lullaby's.
Love's light twinkles in their eyes.
Some are lasses, some are lads,
waiting for their moms and dads.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2017
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