I was given a basket of sunshine,
All wrapped in deepest blue.
I opened up God’s package,
And there my child was you.
Your cheeks so red and rosy,
And eyes that glistened deep.
For you were given to me from God above,
For all my life to love and keep.
One day I know I’ll have to go,
To my Father from which I came.
But the love I will leave you behind,
For always will remain.
Remembering times I held you,
And rocked you fast asleep.
Bruised knees, and cuts I tended,
Wiping tears falling down your cheeks.
I will always be here for you,
Even after I am gone.
Remember me, oh child of mine,
If only in a childhood song.
‘Rock A Bye Baby, In the tree top’,
When the wind blows, lifes’ cradle will rock,
If the bow breaks or looks as too fall, ‘
Remember I and God are near,
And will protect you from it all.
– Linda Winchell