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Of Her Rocker

I have set in this corner too long it’s true My hand rails are polished to a light umber hue My spines have come loose, but they just need some glue And my cushions have faded from a deep royal blue Left in the old shed, away I’ve been cast I may appear shabby just a thing of the past But the memories I hold will forever last A reminder of yesterday a history vast My first home was country, a gift to a bride Who sewed crimson pillows for her backside She made me a home on the front porch outside Where she contently rocked as her neighbors she eyed I rocked her first child when he came to be born Moved into the parlor, that floor became worn With the constant rocking, for he wailed so forlorn And would only settle when rocked I’d have sworn I was turned upside down more times than I could count Ridden like a horse by that boy, like a mount! Wore out the pillows all on his account And he once broke a rocker, if I recount. The years went on by but my life was the same The boy he grew older and a man he became Moved to the city, I thought it a shame It was so far away that he so rarely came So away to the attic I sat for a spell Till the old man came took me and mended me well She sewed these blue cushions as far as I could tell And set back to rocking on the porch, till she fell. The people all came their respects they all pay And the boy came back home, but to mourn not to play He left with the old man, he took him away And I was put in this shed on that old fateful day. But what’s this I see as the door opens wide A young man takes me and puts me outside Some small nails and sandpaper returns my pride New cushions of green, I’m a gift to his bride My legacy continues in the house on the hill For comfort and caring I can give still I’ll be here for the wee one, I’ll wait until I can rock steady a new life to fulfill

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/3/2009 8:59:00 PM
Congratulations on this very creative poem placing in Deborah's contest - God Bless - MJ
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Date: 3/2/2009 11:08:00 PM
wonderful creativity... great story told! congrats Krow!! ~ Arany
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Date: 3/2/2009 2:00:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in Debbie's contest, Krow! Love, Robin
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Date: 3/2/2009 8:25:00 AM
Congratulations on your excellent win in Debbie's contest! Love, Shar
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Date: 3/2/2009 7:09:00 AM
Great job, and well deserving to be among the winning poems! Congratulations !! ~ Carrie
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Date: 3/1/2009 12:50:00 PM
Krow, this is awesome! You have given life to this rocker and a rich history. So glad the future is bright for this wonderful chair! Good luck! Love, Robin
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Date: 2/20/2009 8:22:00 AM
Oh...I'm so glad this old rocker is still useful, and cherished!! A happy future...with his new green cushion! Sweet poem!~ Good luck in the contest!:) ~ Carrie
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Date: 2/20/2009 4:19:00 AM
Such a wonderful story behind this chair. I love this, "keep on rockin"...always, Christy
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