Rock-a-bye baby,
In the tree top.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
Rock-a-bye baby,
In the tree top,
when the wind blows.


Thank you, mom, for singing me to sleep every night that I was scared when I was a child.
I will always hear your soft voice, and feel you rubbing the bridge of my nose with your finger. I felt so safe, because I knew you were there to watch over me. I miss you so much.