Full white linen moon floated across the tree tops like a cradle that was handled with care. As it rocked back and forth softly on a bed of marshmallow shaped clouds.

Wails of screams bellow in the darkness that howled like a wolf throughout the night without fail. Two hours before the morning 's light resurrected a yellow sunrise.

Spring Baby arrived on time, like a shooting dream in front of my eyes. As the clock chimed five, soon after a rooster yodeled a nursery rhyme. The March winds blew a lullaby in the air. Perch on a branch was a pair of birds singing pretty.

Bumble bees buzzed 'bout on a purple faced flower. Spring Baby's feet were placed in ink, on a sheet of paper. Springtime showers sprayed the tulips and daffodils that were on the ground. The stars wink from the sky at the sound of your sweet cry.

I blinked twice at Spring Baby and said; "You know, what is so nice?'"   "You introduced me to love and happiness. You wiped away all that was sad. And, now I have a family, I never had."

I promise to make you happy. Fore, I am sorry about your daddy.

I will be there to hold your hand as you take your first steps to crawl to walk to stand. I will catch you, when you fall. I promise to be there through it all.

I know, you'll be the first to leave the nest, for it will hurt the worst. Life is what it is, knows what is best.

I will end this poem filled with memories that find this and that  as it comes to mind.

Like, "Poppy is what you called your cat. I remember like most mother's do, my Spring Baby sucking her thumb too. And, when you first drank milk from a sippy cup.

My chocolate eyed, raven haired beauty is all grown up.

 Written May 14, 2012 By Valerie Crader