Free For the Taking

It was just an old rocking chair, Chipped up, flowered chintz, and worn, We put it on the curb on trash pickup day, "Free for the Taking," We looked out the window a time or two, And no one had picked it up, But then it was only an hour a so ago. We could not stop looking and wondered why, We felt a pang of grief, and We were not ready to give it up, We had memories of that faded cloth, So what if the dark wood was scratched a bit, Why, that's the chair Grandma rocked. Our Grandma rocked us and hummed "Rock of Ages", We can't let that old chair go, Now we had to run after the truck, And yell "Hey, that chair is No longer 'Free for the taking,' It is too valuable with love. We look at it now, and tho vacant it seems to rock, How could we ever have thought to give it away. We are so glad you're back