The Rocker

May 31, 2008
Old and worn out
It sits there
Facing a blaze
I wonder as I sit here
Did a young child do the same
Sitting here once
An old lady perhaps
Hands trembling from age
A man
Possibly a father
Reading the sunday paper
Someone in deep thought
Searching for an answer
A time to themselves
Relaxing in early mornings light
Sleeping, a lazy dog
Maybe a cat
A grandfather who would tell old tales
Little ones listening
Sitting on his lap
A mother rocking her baby to sleep
So many memories it hold
Listen to the rocker tell its stories as it creaks

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