Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Rocking Chair

The old rocker creaks
to speak its mind -
the behinds its held
through too long nights.

String pulling kittens,
napping dogs,
teething babies,
and diapered dolls.
Heartbroken girls
kindergarten to grown.
Giggling girls
just glad to be home.

The old rocker creaks
just doing its job
for a third generation -
the throne of a mom.

Written for Hedge's 3 prompt, but posted late to the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

13 comments:

Margaret said...

Such is what makes a house a home.

Susan Anderson said...

Ah, love this.

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Raivenne said...

Through the generations of heart and home, "the throne of a mom". Every mom had "her chair", even if it does not rock. I do love the quiet truth of this Mama Zen.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv that last line quite a summary

Happy Tuesday

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

That old rocker could tell some tales, especially so as it has rocked three generations. Wonderful, Mama Zen!!!

Debi Swim said...

Love that. I rocked all three of my children and all six of my grandchildren. I still like to rock even when it is just me.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Lovely write MZ :D

SuyashJ said...

loved reading this !

Kerry O'Connor said...

A rocking chair is an iconic emblem of womanhood.

Marian said...

Aw, love this. I have two rockers in which I rocked my babies, and I was rocked in both as a babe myself. Love that.

Gemma Wiseman said...

The rocker connects the life journeys of generations. Love this.

Fireblossom said...

I adore this, from the first line to the last. (I think you even posted a picture of your rocker here once.)