I Remember Grandma

I Remember Grandma

When I was very small,

sitting in her rocking chair

in the parlor down the hall.

Many hours she spent there

all through her later years,

sharing joyous laughter

or drying little tears.

The chair had been her mothers

and held fond memories,

when Grandma, as a little girl,

had sat upon her knee.

And rocked in that old rocker

held close in loving arms.

Enjoying her mother’s singing,

kept safe from any harm.

I also have fond memories

when, as a little boy,

of being held by Grandma

with fondness, love and joy.

Listening to her stories

and songs that she would sing,

caught up in contentment for

the happiness it would bring.

Now that great old rocker

sits idle and unused,

but never known by anyone

to have ever been abused.

When we find in years to come

some memories we can share,

a fondness there will always be

for that grand old rocking chair

 

By Gerald R Hill