Grandma’s Rocking Chair by: B.W. Grandma’s rocking chair - passed on to our daughter - headed for Wisconsin loaded in a U Haul, nestled between an antique secretary, and a refinished dresser - mirror long gone. Our three year old triplet grandchildren, faces pressed to the window of the van, wave good bye to me and grandpa in the driveway, their tears breaking our hearts. Our daughter, Jill, heavy with the child of her new husband, hums to the children And soon they are fast asleep. The rocking will start while baby is in the womb, this new grandson of ours, whose name before he's even born, is Austin Cole. He will learn from his mother How rocking soothes the soul. Nourishes the spirit. Links us one to the other And to generations past and future. just as we were linked as children forming the circle for ring around the rosey. -the end- Comments Welcome!
"All the characters who have housed my stories now have permanent apartments in my head - I still have tea with them." bw