OLD ROCKING HORSE
Clearing out our attic, preparing for our move…as a matter of course
I noticed in a corner, under layers of dust…this old rocking horse.
A present from Deborah’s mom and dad to Ryan.
perhaps it was their goal…
to introduce their grandson…to the joys of rock and roll.
When Ryan grew to big to rock
when his interests turned to sports and games and cable
rather than get rid of that old rocking horse…
our attic became his stable.
And there he sat for years…gathering dust…wondering if and when
he will ever be remembered…and if he’ll ever rock again.
As Deborah lovingly cleaned and shined him up…
outside in the freshness of a morning breeze…
I wondered if the two of them…were sharing some memories.
Deborah informed him we’re taking him to North Carolina
where for entertainment he won’t lack…
Because our great-granddaughter is waiting there
to ride upon his back.
When she told him he will have a new home…
a new rider…a new space….
in that moment we saw
a smile on the old rocking horse’s face.
A present handed down from great-great grandparents
to their great-great granddaughter…
with a similar goal…
to introduce a new generation…to the joys of rock and roll.
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