Grandmothers
Grandmother sits in her rocking chair
Views of the World, much clearer from there
Eyes so dim, wiser still in times gone by
Thinking of her marriage challenges
All in the past no sense in worrying
Children left home, marriages of their own
Decisions made, Family visits start
Manners taught have lasted the tests of time
Younger one's at her feet
Grandmother, watching from afar
All around her listen as wise words spoken
Advice cast aside not paying attention
Visits become less frequent, lives of their own
This rocking chair resembles a throne
Days have been plentiful; love abounded each day
Prepared to be on her way, when her name is called
She shall rise on her own, will she be missed?
For a short time, her memory will exist
The rocking chair empty with a life of its own
If you watch carefully, it moves for sure.
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