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GRANDMA'S ROCKING CHAIR
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GRANDPARENT POEMS
She was always sitting there.
She was there during the day.
She loved to talk to me, when
I did play.
She was sitting there at night.
A real delight.
On nice days, we went outside to play.
She was good to everybody in the neighborhood.
She told me stories of her life.
Her childhood.
It was good and fun.
She never wanted it to be done.
How she did grow
All that she did get to know
All that she did see.
It was so much for me.
All the places she go
A mother and a wife.
She had a great life
When I could'nt sleep at night
She would take away all my fright.
Sing me a lullaby and then I would close my eyes.
as she did sing.
When she died.
It was sudden a shock.
My dad could hardly talk.
He just said she had gone away.
That we would no more play.
Tears from my eyes, and I cried
Asked why.
Why did she have to go?
Nobody did know.
See, with me
it was not fine.
It was her time.
There was still so much
I wanted to know
It was not fair, that she would no more be there
in the rocking chair.
I still remember the creaking.
I still remember the squeaking.
The wood smell; one I know so well.
It was so good.
Years have gone by. Tears have gone by
We sold her place.
I can still see her face as she is sitting in the rocking chair..
