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
Linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
for "Sunday Mini-Challenge~14-Liners"