The Rocking Chair   The rocking chair sat in the bedroom, It seldom now was ever used. It's warm wood scratched by the work it had done, Like a face that years have abused.   From it's place where it sat by the window, It was touched by the morning sunlight, It would come to life with it's own special glow, Like bright stars that shine on clear night.   For years it was kept in the parlor Where Mother rocked each brand new babe, As she held each one close and crooned to them, Or laughed with the games that they played.   But that was a time from years ago, Now the rocker's work is all done, Passed down from mother to daughter next, Still now the chair's end has come.   It doesn't fit in with today's decor, The kids say there's really no need, To keep that ugly old rocker around, On this thing they have all agreed.   It used to be her prized possession, Still reminds the kids of their Mom, But today it will finally be thrown away, Indicative that time marches on.   (c)  05/07/05  Loree (Mason) O'Neil   Midi playing is:  Twilight Time     Back To My Index Page   To Send This To A Friend Click The Button Below: