I am in grandma's rocking chair
With no cane of hers at all .
I am fine for the shape I'm in
So that is fair .
When I rock what will I feel
And what will I see
And what will I think
When I rock in her chair ?
She is always with me .
When I sit in her chair ,
I wonder what does grandma
Thinks of me and how I turned
out to be .
Oh I will pray
And I will sing
In her rocking chair .
It will bring back memories
Of just grandma and me .
In grandma's chair with her
It was and is much more
Than just a moment .
By Brock
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