Write On, Rhymer
Words to Live By: Everything is Poetry; However, Not Everything is Good Poetry.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Day 18: Rocking Chair
The rocking chair goes back on forth
Propelled by human force
This chair has held generations
Of people before
Me and before my brother
This chair rocked my uncle and mother
Soundly to sleep every night
And now the chair is right
Where it's supposed to be
Safely here, holding me.
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