The Rocking Chair

Of the many treasures I hold dear,

None will ever compare

With those precious memories

Of Mother's rocking chair.

Standing by so faithfully,

Its duty was never shirked,

Providing comfort for Mother,

While on and on she worked.

When daytime work was done,

In her rocker she would sit,

Humming familiar tunes

While her hands would deftly knit.

Her chair creaked just slightly,

In harmony with the ticking clock.

Mother would slowly rock away

While darning another sock.

Although Mother is not here today

To render her love and care,

The love will always radiate

With thoughts of her rocking chair.

~ Samuel L. Bontrager