An Old Rocking Chair...

by Dreamofolwin   Apr 15, 2010


Sitting, swinging, in an old rocking chair,
I can still see the silver in you hair...
Still feel your presence, your warm embrace,
the last time I looked in your beautiful face.

Your memory shall live, as the years go by...
dear gran, I love you, and the reason why,
is you had a heart of purest gold,
and gave me rich memories, to have and to hold.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Nice images, made me remember my granny sitting in her rocking chair, wonderful memories to have. Well done.

  • 14 years ago

    by Jad

    That was a excellent poem showing how we miss our grandparents when they pass away. Anyway good job and keep up the great work.

  • 14 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Grandparents are indeed special and the things that surround us reminds us of each moment..
    liked this read :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Little things we do on a daily basis such as this one for you, reminds of us of those we've lost. But at least we'll always carry their memory with us. Nicely done *hugs*

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