A LIFETIME
She sits on the front porch
On a cool summer day.
Slowly rocking in her old rocking chair,
Waiting and watching life passing by.
Thinking about things of past
And wondering about the future.
A young girl with brown curly locks,
Skipping along on an old country dirt road.
A shy young woman with wide green eyes,
Who sat on the squeaky porch swing
With a handsome feller that came a courtin’
While her pa looked on with a slanted eye.
A mother who looked after all her youngin’s,
While her no good drunken husband
Was down at the local watering hole getting wasted.
And the proud new grandmother who smiled sweetly
As she looked into the tiny face of her first grandchild.
Here sits this woman whose life has been full
Of unexpected twists and turns,
Whose children and grandchildren have all grown up
And gone their separate ways building their own lives.
It’s time to rest now, for she is so weary,
And so she sits in her chair, slowly rocking peacefully
And she wonders what tomorrow will bring…
This poem was written about my grandmother who used to love to sit for hours on end rocking in her favorite rocking chair, lost in thought in a world of her own. I used to always wonder what she was thinking about…this poem is dedicated to her memory. She passed August 1st, 1980
PolarB ;)
