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!