David Hall Poet I do not know?

That Old Rocking Chair

See that old rocking chair in the corner
Made of nothing but wood, nails, and glue
My Grandfather made it for Grandma
Back when their marriage was new

It's where she rocked her all her babies
Prayed and sang sweet lullabies
It's where Grandpa set by the edge of her bed
On the night he told Grandma goodbye

It's where Grandpa would  set and tell stories
All us kids gathered round  at his feet
And the stories were all about Grandma
And how she made his whole life complete

When my Grandpa passed on
The chair was passed dowm 
To my Mother and then on to me
Now it sets over there in the corner for my family and friends to all see

Sometimes late  at night when it's quiet
I think I see that old chair move
I know it's just Grandma or Grandpa
In that chair made of wood, nails, and glue

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