Passed down to many loved ones
Through several generations
Granny's maple rocking chair
Was one of Grandpa's own creations

Every brace and curve and spindle
Carved with tender, loving care
Granny was expecting then
And she rocked her first one there

A mother to seven children
Granny taught them the way to go
She made each one feel unique
And they all loved her so

Granny knitted, crocheted and sewed
Made all the clothes they wore
Sitting in her rocking chair
Working till her fingers were sore

In the winter she would sit there
Cozy in her homemade shawl
Nodding off to sleep at times
And telling stories to us all

When she was in her eighties
Her hands were gnarled and slow
And still she did her mending
By the oil lamp's flickering glow

Not long after Grandpa died
Granny's eyesight began to fade
She couldn't do her knitting then
Nor the clothes that she once made

The light went out of Granny's heart
After Grandpa was called away
She followed him two years later
And that rocker is on display

In my little brother's living room
Where it holds a prominent spot
A reminder of their years together
And grandparents we never forgot

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
July 9, 2006
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