Sits she in her rocking chair-
Rocking: back and fro.
Smiling with her pins and thread-
For knitting, Love does know,
But he does slouch upon a porch
Spitting out chewed seeds:
Bleeding from his ragged heart.
Love's what Sadness needs.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocking-back-and-fro/
