My Grandma owned a rocking chair,
Where she would rock me fast to sleep.
She'd pick me up when cranky I'm told,
And then rock, till ner a peep!
I can hear the words she last spoke to me,
That when my feet hit the floor.
'You will be too big to rock my dear,
And Grandma won't rock you anymore.'
I now have my Grandma's chair today,
It was willed for me to own.
I have rocked my children in my arms,
As Grandma did me long ago.
It creeks a bit as I rock I've noticed,
But it's music to my ears.
For I still remember Grandma's voice,
As she whispered prayers into my ears.
Her voice was soft, I remember now,
Of the love she professed for me.
I miss you Grandma very much,
And the love I shared with thee.
Rock-in chair, don't fail me now!
For there is more of me and you.
My children's feet don't yet hit the floor,
We've got much more rockin yet to do!
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandma-s-rocking-chair/
