On My Rocker
Sitting in my rocking chair
I feel myself relax,
A quality that every couch
Or stool or loveseat lacks.
The gentle back and forth harks back
To infancy, perhaps,
When we were rocked while being fed
In moms' and daddies' laps.
No matter what the reason
There is nothing to compare
To an hour spent unwinding
In my comfy rocking chair.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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