Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

On My Rocker

Sitting in my rocking chair
I feel myself relax,
A quality that every couch
Or stool or loveseat lacks.

The gentle back and forth harks back
To infancy, perhaps,
When we were rocked while being fed
In moms' and daddies' laps.

No matter what the reason
There is nothing to compare
To an hour spent unwinding
In my comfy rocking chair.

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Robert Johnson October 7, 2014 at 3:04 PM There's nothing finer than my recliner. But puts me fast asleep. It's nothing major, rather minor. I think it, I will keep. Rock on ilene. Peace. :)

Andrea Dietrich October 5, 2014 at 12:22 PM hey I just thought of a topic for ya. OFF my Rocker, with your humor, it would be a good one.

Andrea Dietrich October 5, 2014 at 12:21 PM YOu are like me in so many ways. I just love rocking in a chair or swiveling in a swivel chair. Movement is so nice. Great poem as always, dear.

Tim Smith October 5, 2014 at 11:36 AM I adore this...It brings back memories of rocking my kids to sleep each night in my rocker...hugs Tim

Barbara Gorelick October 4, 2014 at 6:38 PM I have my mothers rocking chair..its all beat up but has place front and center...I remember her crocheting in it by the fireplace. A sweet poem. BG

Anne-Lise Andresen October 4, 2014 at 2:08 PM - Great poem, Ilene ! -Happy weekend, relax in your rocking chair :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)