Retired

For three generations, I have rocked
The old and young to sleep.
Lulled by my gentle motion,
They'd no need for counting sheep.
And as I've rocked they've told me
Many secrets I have kept.
We've sung lullabies together 
And sometimes we have wept.

The years have passed so quietly,
I did not see them go.
I've been so busy with my work 
Of moving to and fro.
I've grown old and tired 
And am fraying at the seams.
Only a grandma left to rock
And dream old lady dreams.

Her busy children tell her
She's too old to live alone.
She must move to a care center.
I will be on my own.
I can hear them whispering,
For they don't want her to know,
She cannot take her furniture.
It really has to go.

They're saying they will move her out
And then they'll call Goodwill.
Perhaps some poor folks could find use
For that old rocker, still. 

inspired by Deborah' contest. " The Chairs Tale"won hm

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