The Old Rocking Chair
As I sit dustbound in the upper room;
This musky old attic, my temporary tomb.
Reminiscing my previous owners charms;
Her comforts found in my waiting arms.
I've carried her babies to candy places.
Put tiny grins on their sleeping faces.
They bounced on fluffy marshmallow clouds,
Where toadstools made of cupcakes abound.
Held the soldiers wife as she hummed love songs;
Dreaming the day her soulmate comes home.
Showing her the husband in visions enhanced
By my soothing, hypnotic, rhythmic dance.
Comforted the heart wrenched elderly widow;
Her life long love seen in fading shadow.
Strolled with her down lovers lane;
Her youthful passion remembered again.
Given her descendant; my resurrection day
Her grandaughter's babies whose dreams I'll make.
Happiness and sorrow, I will see her through.
This old rocking chair, my life made anew.
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