The Rocker's Rhythm
The Rocker’s Rhythm
It comes to mind as here I sit
And reminisce you old friend
We’ve travelled far in 40 years
Let’s see where it began.
A generous gift you came to me
A young girl with new babe.
I squirmed and boggled this first birth
But you your rocking stayed.
Countless hours we played together
Your arms were strong and stern.
Then number two had then arrived
And four arms weren’t enough.
Ear aches, colds, and belly aches
Nursing, tying shoes.
Bruises, scrapes, banged heads and nose
You rocked them safely through.
Long long nights with number three
Your faithfullness ignored.
I only wanted then to sleep
How well you did your chores.
Number four, our first boy
How can I keep them all in toys?
We sat and rocked and watched them play.
How gentle yet he is today.
What! Another mouth to feed
But oh he is so cute
Oh you dear rocker at your best
He’s rough and tough and bruised.
Cracked heads and bites, cuts and scars
Prone he was to these
We tried to rock and calm him down
And then another she.
Bright and happy yet in a rush
You better just be good
Your place in line is number six
I’d rock you if I could.
Wait just a minute I’m really pooped
I can’t believe it, seven!
OK old rocker here we go
We have to get to heaven.
You’ve served me well old rocker
Your rhythms bore the brunt.
Your open arms and welcome set
Even as I lunched.
We carried all the children
And here alone you sit
Oh wait another moment
And grandkids we will fit!
Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2009
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