Rocking Chair - Deborah Liv Johnson

    Buy yourself a rocking chair,
    the kind with swirls engraved
    and plant yourself upon the throne,
    lean back, now close your eyes.

    The journey will begin with you,
    a tiny babe asleep.
    The man beneath your cradled head
    is singing very soft.

    Now you're eight and all grown up,
    you want to rock alone.
    But when night falls, you think again
    and snuggle next to your mom.

    Your jeans grow short, your hair grows long,
    the age alone draws near.
    But still you rock in solitude
    and sing your dad's old song.

    We wonder why the older folks
    must always sit and rock.
    Perhaps we'll know and understand
    if we look back and remember.

    Buy yourself a rocking chair,
    the kind with swirls engraved
    and plant yourself upon the throne,
    lean back, oh lean back,
    now close your eyes again.

    1983 by Deborah Liv Johnson
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