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GRANDMA'S ROCKING CHAIR

An ordinary rocking chair
with comfy armrests on each side
finish faded here and there
with seat that's solid, firm and wide

Way back in her school girl years
she'd rock in it while music played
smiling face yet marked by tears
she'd rock and sing while brown hair swayed

When marriage came it followed her
to her first home and new husband
and after work that old rocker
kept contentment close to hand

Later on in midst of night
that chair held her at nursing time
in her arms there was no need for fright
she'd rock and hum some nursery rhyme

And that old chair just kept on going
its years betrayed by wood worn bare
her time betrayed by gray hair growing
and laugh lines etching here and there

Now chair and wife bear one more child
son of a son who once rocked there
his grandma's smile is faint and mild
so much love in one old chair

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I can picture you sitting on the chair as a child trying to fill as much of the chair as possible..
That was then, now I see you out on the porch filling Grandma's seat and rocking the evening away thoughts of all those times gently wafting your dream time, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I see you've been surfing undiscovered works lol. Thank you for saving this scribble from the dust bin.............stan

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being the sole heir
to the rocking chair

loved

It appears I have failed in conveying that the grandma is my bride who now rocks our first grandchild in it......oh well , better luck next poem lol.............stan

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and sleepily mistook her
for ur grandma

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Most people mistake Susan for my daughter lol. Time treats some better than others............stan

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Very sorry I was being so lazy, I didn't read it as I should have.
Sometimes I skip read and sometimes get it wrong this was one of those times,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

No need for apology. We all make mistakes in haste............stan

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How wonderful! Evoking fond memories - love, tears, happiness, comfort all wrapped into the cusions of this life long friend.

I love the imagery - I can just see ~Susan rocking your grandchild/children to sleep.

Love Mand xxxxx

It's a whole new experience to see one's love rocking the first grand child to sleep. Appreciate you stopping by.................stan

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