You are my cradle in motion
The bedrock of all civilizations
Your body, your womb, conceived me
The essentials of my life found in thee
Graciously allowed thought to be manifested
Dust formed as the first, found in thee
Even when not knowing, was selected
I would not want to choose
A better womb would certainly loose
This precious gift that's me
Wrap in a bow, born from thee
Housed in thy ocean
Swimming as free
Oh Mother, my love, my precious dove
Given for me, a precious gift
Amongst others I see, not meant for me
You saw inside me all I can be
Nurtured the dream you knew best
Molded I am, not like the rest
So dependent am I on you
When trouble lurks, you already knew
The cradle of all civilations
Gentle yet strong, just who I need all day long
Looking into my eyes, rocking me in your charm
Everyone who's ever been born
Testifies to your presence in life
Given to man, a part of the plan
Couldn't see it, would need another
The woman, who would be my mother
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.