The Old Rocking Chair
The chair took residence in my room.
I asked it “Why are you sitting here?”
She answered not so I sat down on her.
My chair had lived in two other homes.
It became mine from a flea market.
The rocking chair was original stain
with some small character flaws.
My chairs seat and back, cain weaved.
The rocker’s weave shows character.
I wonder of it’s long history and who
caned my rocking chair but she is silent.
This chair is “my inspiration chair”
for my writing, poetry, and my memoir in-progress.
I love and cherish my old rocking chair.