Rocking Chair Memories
the Rocking chairs sit empty
On the front porch of that old house.
But, the memories are embedded there;
From the wind through the windows, to the squeek of a mouse.
There is no longer the smell of dinner,
Or the laughter of a playing child.
Grandma no longer stands over the stove
With her shining har and gleaming smile.
And grandpas smoke from his old pipe,
No longer fills the air.
And grandma sure despised that pipe,
But, grandpa and his pipe were always there.
So, the rocking chairs sit empty
But the memories through the windows continue to blow,
As grandma and grandpa through memorieslive;
As the two ROCKING CHAIRS rock too and fro!
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