Grandma had a rocking chair Sitting in the parlor Meant for her to sit and rest And read the almanac. Not a day did grandma use it To while away the time "Too much work," she'd always say "Like baking and the sewing." Grandma just used the rocker When devotion time came around To read some verses from God's word And close her eyes in prayer. Rocking back and forth, She pondered what she read Until the darkness fell. Then the chair stood still.
Reason for writing:
I thought that my mother wrote some wonderful poetry. She entered it into a poetry contest.
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