It's Just a Rocker....

Mom's gone now..... time to clean out her house.

There it is.... It's just a rocker that I don't have the room for.

Someone will take it or it'll go to a shelter for someone else to use....

Afterall.... It's just a rocker.

Ruth will take it and the matching smaller one that was mine too...

That's fine... 'cause it's just a rocker.

There it is.... in her home now.... my brother's and his wife's....

That's good.... Since I didn't have room for it.

It's nothing special.... Black with a very worn red seat.....

It's just an empty rocker.

There's Molly snuggled up on the seat.... All comfy and warm.

That's her rocker now..... it's not empty anymore.

I remember sitting in my matching rocker next to Mom in hers...

It was New Year's Eve and we had our hats on and our horns. We were

Eating the best steaks we could find in the store... that's what we did

To celebrate. We ate a steak dinner at midnight and watched TV.

I remember sitting in Mom's rocker holding my first nephew for the first time.

I remember Mom rocked child after child into a slumbered nap.

I remember holding my little baby Shantel - a poodle so small and tiny.

Now there's Molly making her own memories in her own way.

But Mom's gone some years, and Molly is too now.
But that rocker that has a home.... and I didn't have room for it...

It isn't as empty as it looks. It's covered in fur and memories.

It's more than just a rocker.... It's a memory holder for all to share.

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