The Rocking Chair

The rocking goes forth

To and fro, to and fro

And as one rocks

They continue to grow

A bundle of sweetness

The breath of a rose

The warmth of their being

The slight curl of their toes

A hot sweaty toddler

Covered in grime

Chocolaty fingers

But loved all the time

Rocking so gently

'til sleep closes in

The brush of your lashes

A sweet dimpled chin

The legs now are longer

Arms dangle down

A whisper, a giggle,

Rock away tears and frown

The rocking is less now

Quick moments here and there

A story, a hurt,

Or some laughter to share

Soon now you’ll be grown

And when I sit in this chair

I’ll treasure the memories

Of life with you there