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Rocking in my mother's chair
Listening for the creak
Cradled in my mother's arms
Her heart beat 'gainst my cheek

That old oak chair would creak so low
When mom would rock just right
The wooden squeak of joints worn weak
Accompanied the night

With dishes dripping by the sink
Mom's glass of wine nearby
She'd sweetly share her rocking chair
My legs crooked round her thigh

The rhythmic rock of chair and mom
Kept time with her heartbeat
These lullabies they closed my eyes
How could my bed compete?

Palmolive'd hands received my weight
Warm lemon in my nose
I'd breathe in deep, pretend to sleep
Till finally I'd doze.

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The following comments are for "My Mother's Rocking Chair"
by lynzertorte

that was beautiful,makes me want to go back home

( Posted by: suez-q [Member] On: October 15, 2003 )

Rocking Chair

Nice poem, I enjoyed this read. Lord knows I can remember back in my youth days with my "Mother" rocking me in that "old Rocking Chair."



( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: October 16, 2003 )

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