My mother’s old rocking chair

Was given to me.

My eyes fill with tears

As the past I can see.

My mother knew love,

Eased every pain.

I can just feel her

Rocking me again.

Rocking, gently rocking.

 

A toothache, an earache,

Cuddled to her warm breast.

Oh, that wonderful mother

With which I was Blest.

Rocking, gently rocking.

 

The round of the rockers

Now flat with the wear,

And so shall remain,

I helped put it there.

Perhaps angels she’s rockin’

Soothing each day,

Never too busy

To rock care away.

My mother – rocking, gently rocking.

 

Hope Harrison