Grandma's Rocking Chair

I feel old when I sit in

Grandma's old rocking chair .

My feet rub the floor

When I rock back and forth .

I worry as I watch as the world turns .

I know worrying is like sitting

In this rocking chair ,

I go up and down up and down for hours

But never go any place .

I have my rosary in one pocket ,

My snoot rag in the other .

As I sit in this rocking chair ,

I look out this window

And see the pheasants and I can

Hear them talk .

In a way and after all these years ,

I feel like I am sitting on grandma's lap

And together everything will be fine in time .

We all have to get up and not rock

The day away .

                                By Brock