maria goodison

Rookie - 306 Points (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

Old Rocking Chair - Poem by maria goodison

I sat in the old rocking chair,
like I had when I was young
I let it go, to and frow,
Let my mind drift back to a time
when I was young, just curled up
in my mothers arms.

I sat in that old rocking chair,
my mother had before I was there
she still has it now,
all banged up, near falling apart.
Yet it still took me back to when I was young
and I smiled as I let it sweep me to and frow.
to a childhood that I knew so well,
to a life that was not unfair.

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  • Silver Star - 4,046 Points Dave Walker (8/3/2013 2:02:00 PM)

    A great poem, good memories are with us forever. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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