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.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
Grannies represent a special thread in the proverbial family quilt. I hope this will speak to you about yours. My Granny G. was a tiny woman with a big spirit. She was a force to be reckoned with. This is a tribute to her.
This poem won first place in a competition several years ago. It was shared here in 2013.
Please read my Challenge Reveal Post for insight on the poetry that I chose to share here.