The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand that Rules the World

Rule the World

I could have been a major player in the world of business financing
I could have played a professional sport, or earned my bread by dancing.
Instead I chose to ply my skills at finance to my food bill,
Play childish games and dance while I knead dough that’s from the grist mill.
I chose these things on purpose, with a will that life unfurled
For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

I might have found a cure for cancer through hours at a laboratory
Or decorated movie stars with all the fashions mandatory
Instead I succor runny noses, flus and chicken poxes,
And find new ways, adventures and games to play inside of boxes.
I chose these things for love of wings that swirled, and whirled, and twirled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand the rules the world.

I could have written major works that shaped all of society
I could have changed laws of the land and influenced the mighty.
Instead I chose to read good books to the meekest little lamb,
Keep clean my house, my heart, my child; push babies in the pram.
I do these things to keep at bay the e’erpresent netherworld
For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

To use with care the mother’s ware; the force of nature that whirls
To guard the treasures of the earth- more paramount than pearls
These hands are not displaced in realms of fairylands and tears
They fashion giants in our lives who live for scores of years
These hands receive the tiny fingers laid at peace, all curled
For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

 I chose these things instead of quests for talents that were “greater”
To have the hours requisite to be like my Creator
Though many times I do not have to choose, ‘potential, or vocation?’
For all the skills that I employ were given in my creation
To slay the dragons of the little worlds, my spear fast-hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.

                                                                                        ~Caitlin Roberts,  3/5/2015

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