It seems only yesterday
when our children were born.
I remember the chair
I'd rock in 'till dawn.
This chair has a past that is tried and true,
and on many a night only that chair would do.
The chair was handmade a decade ago
by Mother's father, a woodsmith you know.
Each new generation rocks their babies 'till grown,
in that same rocking chair Grandpa made at his home.
Sometimes that old chair saw more use than my bed,
sounds like something my parents once said.
Through colic and colds, cuttin' teeth through their gums
I'd sing them my songs ... well, sometimes I'd hum.
I'd waken mid-morning with a baby asleep
then back to the crib I'd silently creep.
Some nights they'd want something, I just didn't know,
so we'd rock and we'd rock and we'd rock some more.
Now my kids have grown older and i still love that old chair.
My most precious moments were spent rocking there.
So simple and rustic that chair will live on
to watch sleepless nights turn into the dawn.
There's few things in life I wish always were there,
for me it's my family and that old rocking chair. Todd M
Sholley

What great memories of the old rocking chair very good

WoW!!! Todd, that brings back Incredible Memories
Really Nice

WoW. Graet memories from that old chair. Wonderful read.

That is terriffic!
Every time I think of my grandma,
I think of her rocking chair...
Thanks for bringing a glimpse of childhood back for me...