The Old Rocking Chair

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.


Susans Soul…

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