In the silence of her room, she ponders those now grown, The first ones she cradled, how swiftly they have flown. Do they recall her laughter, the lullabies she’d hum, The gentle sway of bedtime, the warmth of morning sun?
“You were just a baby, and I, not much more,” She whispers to the shadows, “Did I give you what you’re looking for?” In fleeting moments, hopes she sowed seeds of joy, That life has treated kindly, each girl and boy.
Now maybe with their children, in a dance of life anew, Does a trace of her love linger, in the hearts of the few? A caretaker of dreams, she wonders with a sigh, “Are you happy still, as the years go by?”
