The Old Rocking Chair
There on the porch
Sits the old rocking chair
Soft cushions to touch
Warm blanket are there
Where tadcu* used to sit
After a shift down the mine
Man and boy at the pit
Until he injured his spine
At his side on the stool
Is a gnarled old pipe
Tadcu made it a rule
He would never light up.
Said his lungs were busy
Dealing with the pit dust
coughing made him dizzy
Oxygen a must.
Loved to rock as he dreamt
Of his life as a lad
Remembering he wept
Getting old made him so sad
*tadcu - grandfather
Penned 07/07/2014
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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