Incredibly sentimental but I couldn't get this out of my head last night while I was rocking little Hazel to sleep.
This tale is as old as time and has been told before
Yet it swells in my heart and begs to be told once more
This may not look like much to you
It is stained, squeaky, and old
It gets climbed on and is banged up
But there's more to it then is shown
This chair has witnessed new life
As a sweet babe was rocked in it's arms
It has witnessed the soft nights
As a babe snuggled close safe from harm
It has seen the terror of pain and uncontrollable disease
It has felt a parent rock back and forth begging please
It has suffered through endless nights of piercing screams
It's cushions are stained with many tears that streamed
It has cradled a hopeless parent
Facing a fate worse than death
It has aged far rapidly
Then was ever meant
It has been a vessel through the storm
Though riddled with pain
It has been a place of rest
With hope of peace again
Now it is a stepping stool
For mischievous little minds
It is patient and loving
It has seen change over time
It even rocks another new babe
As safely as before
It whispers softly
"I will do this once more"
It is worn and stained inside and out
It has seen more than it's share
It has been through it all
It is my rocking chair
P.S. Bridger is starting preschool this next month! Woohoo:)
