Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo writes

The Hand That Rocked My Cradle

Picture this, a mother and her adorable baby

With the setting sun at the background

She holds the tiniest hands as tears fall on her cheeks

Expressing the love for her child

Overflowing through the deepest core of her heart.

The velvety sky with tinges of orange, yellow at the far horizon

Mixes with the blue crystal-clear waters

Small waves dancing as if swaying to the rhythm of the mother and child's moment

As her feet touches the fine warm, white sand by the shore.

The mother's face is likened to that of a beautiful full moon in all its glory

Beaming brightly with each smile of her little angel wrapped in her arms

Oh, what a scene to see, a masterpiece can be created

In a single second captured by either a great artist's hand or through a photographer's nice shot.

Once the baby grows up and sees this scene, she'll reminisce and utter

"This is the hand that rocked my cradle, what a wondrous experience it is to be born

With her as my mother, a beautiful creation of God, I need not ask for more.

She has given me the best things in life and showered me with enormous love."