She had the most interesting chair

On her back porch. Strong, sturdy,

Nary a care when you sat down, of course.

It was a chair worth stealing.

I guess that it was more appealing

To me, shop by day, pick up at night.

Somehow, that just isn't right.

I had to sit a spell in that chair

Trying to remember where

I had seen it before.

Jack had one in a house of white,

When he died, by gunshot in Dallas.

They put it away.

I wonder if anyone still remembers

How he would rock in that chair.

I rock in mine, reading the hours away.

She had the most interesting rocking chair.

I left it alone, at least for the day.

04/13/2008

Author's Note: I love rocking chairs.....

Posted on 04/13/2008
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