DEBORAH'S ROCKING CHAIR
After finding an old rocking horse in our attic…I was so excited
then I became aware…
on the other side of the attic
sat a dusty little rocking chair.
When I showed the chair to Deborah…
She was a little bit surprised…
“That’s my old rocking chair!” She said
as tears welled in her eyes.
She said, “Be extra careful while you move it.”
“I sat in that rocking chair when I was small
and I have the photo to prove it.”
With her chair in hand she ran off
and behold…
returned with a photo of her in that chair
when she was 3 or 4 years old.
In the photo she is sitting next to her sister, Pris
and it was easy for me to see…
how one little old rocking chair
brought back two cherished memories.
A memory of a young girl…and her childhood rocking chair…
And the memory of her sister…who is no longer sitting there…
I imagine the makers of this rocking chair
could not have guessed…would have never suspected
all the joy this chair would give…all the memories it collected.
I imagine they’d be overjoyed…If they were here to share
the look on Deborah’s face…
when she was reunited with her chair.
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