Random Doggerel
Grandma Was a Rocker
A rocking
chair in front of me
Reminds me
of my boyhood days
When Grandma
sat—she could amaze
Me with her
creativity.
This was her
chair for many years—
Its armrests
worn by her dear arms
Where I
would sit, admire her charms,
While she
revealed such new frontiers
That I thought
life a miracle.
She read to
me―I on her lap
Would soon
drift off into a nap.
For her I’m
panegyrical.
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