When my niece was a month old
I sat in a rocking chair,
And my baby did I hold.
At her angelic face did I stare.

Rocking her to sleep
I wondered if angels entertained her.
Holding her sent love in heaps,
No adequate words to explain her.

Sitting in a rocker
In the stead of my wheelchair,
I was able to be her aunt and rock her,
To show love and care.

Holding her in my arms
Was the world to me.
Her long eyelashes lay on her cheeks so warm,
I will ever remember rocking my sweet Carlee.