CayCay Godwin Poet Rhyme

The Rocking Chair

When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,
I cherished how you chose to repose me.
You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about
me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.
Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.   

Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back         
that once love filled me in your rocking chair.         
Time’s chase cannot displace our love with lack     
for still I rock in your love’s sure graced flair.  
Decades death laid swayed not your dear visage.

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Mark Toney May 13, 2019 at 10:11 PM This one resonates with me, CayCay. When I was a little guy my grandma (we called her “Momo”) would rock me when we’d visit her once a year in Macon, GA. I wish I could have seen more of her. She died in 1977. Coincidentally, her maiden name was “Visage,” which is the last word of your poem. How about that! This one is a Fav! ~Mark

Constance La France May 6, 2019 at 2:25 PM Caycay, congratulations on your win in my writing challenge with this lovely poem !

Andrea Dietrich May 5, 2019 at 3:29 PM I'm back with my congratulations, sweetie. I think I saw you on another list too. Let me go see. So busy today. I need to walk Snickers and finally organize that jewelry armoire I got from Xmas .Wish me luck!!

Eve Roper May 5, 2019 at 12:15 AM This is such a moving verse, your love shines... Good luck in the contest ... I missed it :-(. ! Hugs Eve

Douglas Pederson May 4, 2019 at 10:17 PM precious are they as I remember my stories read to me before bed. glad to have read your write.

Andrea Dietrich May 4, 2019 at 3:06 PM Dear Heart loves a good SAD one and this is poignant, so poignant, dear Caycay. I never had this kind of grandma , nor do I really remember my mom rocking me this way . But I am so thankful that she loved me and read to me. soupmail.

Mystic Rose Rose May 4, 2019 at 5:28 AM We never forget those we once loved and how they made us feel. Thank you for sharing your memories of Florida and your sweet heart. I hope all is well, Have a wonderful day dear Cay xo

Kim Rodrigues May 3, 2019 at 12:59 PM So lovely and soothing. I saw my grandma only a couple times a year. I love having my grandchildren in my arms and yes they are always welcome to sit in my chair. It’s their mischievous smile yet mine too as I know they feel my love while sitting there. :) A smile now on my heart. Kim Rodrigues May 3, 2019 at 2:07 PM 4 are here. Two are a plane trip away. They remain in my thoughts held close until each visit where I can foster the love more substantially! Visiting them soon! Love all the grands! Thank God for them all! CayCay Godwin May 3, 2019 at 1:40 PM As an Army brat, my family frequently moved but every summer we drove to Macon, Georgia where both my parents were raised and all relatives lived (exception being when Dad was stationed in Europe). So, like you, I didn't have her in my daily life yet the quality of my time with her created endless love emotion in me. How blessed you are to have grandchildren, can't help but wonder if they are geographically close. Thanks for coming by, Kim, it's always a pleasure. CayCay

Lawrence Sharp May 3, 2019 at 12:23 PM The most tender and loving sentiments expressed quite beautifully, CayCay, great poem. CayCay Godwin May 3, 2019 at 12:37 PM My Grannie will never know how many loving poems her love has generated in my life though I did mail her some while she was still alive. She was a baby powder love blessing of great softness-significance to me. That you felt the tender and loving feel means I succeeded in a poem worthy of her meaning to me. Thank you for all you wrote. Poetry hugs ... CayCay