If my rocking chair could talk
it would probably play a tune
For when I rock my grandchild
I sing, sometimes I croon
For Grammas have a special “love”
which sometimes seems to ooze
Right to the heart of a child so dear
until it starts to snooze
The modern way that says “no rocking”
seems to us so very “shocking”
For rocking chairs were made to soothe
a child’s hurt or an angry mood
Now if my rocking chair could talk
and we would closely listen
We’d learn what bothers little kids
and our eyes with tears would glisten
If my rocking chair could talk
what secrets would be known
But here I sit, the rocker still
for my grandkids are all grown!
~ Gladys A Pacella
