On my porch there is a chair.
I used to watch you rocking there.
I watched you gliding to and fro.
And all too soon you had to go.
And now that chair is unoccupied.
I cannot sit there though I've tried.
For every time I see it now
I still can see you there somehow.
So there it sits and doesn't move.
And all that does is simply prove
That all the rocking that you did
Left with you and you slid
Out of my life, never to be seen
And now that chair is the scene
Of forgotten times when you were there
Rocking in my rocking chair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem