Essence Of A Rocking Chair
Towering and powerful,
I stood proud.
Ever changing and growing
from season to season.
Visions of my purpose and
creation of art, I was
handmade perfection through
the harvest of love.
Burnished oak,
I am lionhearted and
strong.
Designed for
the soul's reflection of life.
Backwards and forwards,
rocking in rhythm.
Hearing a father singing
his baby to sleep.
Provider of solitude
for concerns of the day.
Keeper of secrets
sheltered in the night.
Near the fireplace
shadows dance with memories.
Blanket for warmth laid
on my shoulders.
My arms are worn and
legs scarred with scratches.
Character of age adds
beauty of the years.
Generation to generation,
I will never grow weary.
Rocking in rhythm with
the movement of time.
Darla Elaine Fitzgerald
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