The Rocking Chair
She could sit in that chair for hours
Just rocking the day away
How many kids has she rocked asleep
To its hypnotizing sway
The stories she told held us captive
It's where she read the bible each night
She's always say a prayer with us
Before telling us all to sleep tight
That's where she did her knitting
While quietly humming a hymn
Watching the beautiful sunsets
As the evening skies grew dim
But today that chair sits empty
For my grandmother has passed away
There's no more beautiful sunsets
Or listening while she'd pray
Life for me, has not been the same
For she is no longer there
And how I miss, the good times we had
Around my grandmother's, rocking chair
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