Sunday, February 24, 2013

Granny



She sits in the rocker passing the years,
soothing away heartaches, illness, and fears.
In it she has rocked hundreds of miles,
and turned hundreds of frowns into countless smiles.
Whenever something was dreadfully wrong
Granny would hold them and sing them a song.
Run to Granny, climb into her lap,
the ideal place for a peaceful nap.
But, now they’re all gone with lives of their own,
and Granny sits and rocks alone.
Age and time have now taken ahold,
so she rocks a lot slower since she’s grown old.
Soon the rocker will slow then cease to rock,
and Time will stand still on Granny’s clock.

                                    ~poem by McGuffy Ann Morris
                                                  photo by Photobucket

for "Sunday Mini-Challenge~14-Liners"

32 comments:

  1. I love the tale of the rocker, from Granny's view~
    Beauty in this enchanting dance~
    :D

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  2. What a beautiful poem. You are so very talented.

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    1. Thank you! That is such a nice thing to say.

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  3. What a touching poem! I love the thought of grandmothers rocking their grandchildren in rockers. May they always remember! Ha, I don't have a rocker but I spend a lot of time 'rocking' my granddaughter in my own way; and I hope some day she looks back and remembers! (Actually I am sure she will.)

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    1. I appreciate your thoughts, Mary. And yes, your granddaughter will remember. Grandparents are special.

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  4. A sad day when the chair is still and empty ~ Nice to meet you ~

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  5. So lovely and heartfelt! Big Sunday hugs to you and your furbabies from me and mine.

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    1. Thank you, Beth. I am honoured for you to feel that. You are the Best.

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  6. Your poetry is always impeccable. Love this story as I do remember being rocked by my Grandmother. I am intrigued as to how you made it come out with exactly 14 lines and still got your whole story in ... hmmmm, does it just happen or do you make it happen:)
    Love it!

    Andrea @ From The Sol

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  7. A very sweet poem - I love the idea of a rocker rocking miles! k.

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    1. Thank you. I agree, and Granny's rocker did.

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  8. Your words are full of beauty and love.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. This means so much.

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  9. Very heartfelt and realistic poem ~ way of life ~ warm memories am grateful for ~ life at each stage has its blessings, sometimes hard to see ~ lots of hugs ~ Carol ^_^ and ArtMuse Dog

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  10. Such a lovely and touching poem, McGuffy Ann.

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    1. Thank you. That is nice of you to say that.

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  11. What a lovely poem for granny.

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  12. I love it. Great words, McGuffy Ann!

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  13. I read this as a classic style sonnet. Your rhyme scheme is tight, and the content provides a portrait of a special person in all our lives.

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    1. I appreciate your comments, Kerry. Thank you so much for coming over.

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  14. Very evocative to me. I hadn't the privilege of a grandmother like that but I wish to BE one like that. Life progresses and grandma is loved still I feel sure but she is left behind in the swirl of a young busy life. Sad but realistic.

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    1. I understand what you mean. This is inspired by my great-grandmother. Grandparents are important people, and forever a part of us.

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  15. There is really only a short time we can be rocked in a loving lap - hopefully we never forget the tender loving care. Let's hope Granny is not alone, just has an empty lap these days. Truly a perfect topic for a sonnet.

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