Rocking Alone In Her Rocking Chair

I SAW AN OLD MOTHER WITH SILVERY HAIR SHE SEEMED SO NEGLECTED BY THOSE WHO SHOULD CARE, HER HANDS WERE ALL CALLOUSED AND WRINKLED AND OLD A LIFE OF HARD WORK, WERE THE STORY THEY TOLD, AND I THOUGHT OF AN ANGEL, AS I SAW HER SIT THERE ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR BLESS HER OLD HEART-DO YOU THINK SHE'D COMPLAIN THAT HER LIFE HAD BEEN BITTER,SHE WOULD LIVE IT AGAIN AND CARRY THE CROSS THAT'S MORE THAN HER SHARE ROCKING ALONE IN AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH TO GLADDEN HER HEART JUST SOME REMEMBRANCE ON SOMEBODY'S PART A LITTLE WOULD BRIGHTEN HER EMPTY LIFE THERE JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR I KNOW SOME YOUNGSTER IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME WOULD THANK THEIR OWN HEAVEN IF SHE WERE THEIR OWN THEY NEVER WOULD BE WILLING TO LET HER SIT THERE JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR I LOOKED AT HER- AND I THOUGHT - " WHAT A SHAME" THE LOVED ONES THAT FORGOT HER, SHE LOVES JUST THE SAME AND I THINK OF AN ANGEL AS I SEE HER SIT THERE ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR Written By My Grandmother Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/Earl 1950