Sitting in the corner,
Is Mom's old rocking chair,
Fond memories begin,
To flood through my mind,
As I glance at it over there,
Although Mom's passed from this world,
Quite sometime ago,
I can often feel her presence there,
Many times when I'm feeling low,
That chair brought her such comfort,
As she rocked in it through the years,
She was sitting there,
After Dad was buried,
When she wiped away my tears,
I can see her softly rocking,
As she neatly braids my hair,
Tying a ribbon around each plait,
With such gentle,loving care,
She sat there as she rocked my babies,
While saying a little prayer,
Then singing a sweet,soft lullabye,
I can still see her sitting there,
Even though the wood is old and worn,
It bears precious memories that are rare,
My mother's loving presence,
Shall forever live on,
In that old rocking chair.
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