ROCK THE CRADLE II

Oh I love the 'rock the cradle' just exactly now in this time, at Christmas you rock us into your poem with gentle sweetness and we rock through the words as if they were meant, as part of our heritage, we dream away to thoughts of our youth and the why and how we came to exist and wonder at it all, what we have learnt and what we have, or have not understood, was our own individuality of spirit stirred in the porridges of family life dumped out on the pudding bowl of the world to find our own unique ways and experiences, yes were we number one or two, or three, or even four, and yet they are only abstract, numbers: When we are born and accepted into the family we are so very very precious, as ourselves and whatever is said or spun as stories of numbers, and prowess's, we were and are and always will be ourselves and each and every person has his worth and is uniquely precious as you must have been too, as you have such a wonderful caring mind and understanding of human nature, so forget the numbers and live as you are to yourself NUMBER ONE. Annuccia